One Hot Christmas. Katherine Garbera
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that he’d forget himself and take her too hard or too fast.
His consideration and tenderness said a great deal about him. He’d stockpiled some trust while holding himself motionless as she slowly discovered whether she could accommodate him. Putting him in charge didn’t scare her a bit.
It aroused the hell out of her, though. He was by far the most exciting man she’d ever had sex with. When he walked back in the room, closing the door behind him, she sat up. “Could you just stand there for a minute and let me look at you?”
He grinned. “So I’m not in charge, after all?”
“You are, but once you climb into this bed, I won’t get the same view as I have now.”
“All right.” He stayed where he was.
She took her time surveying his powerful chest sprinkled with dark hair before moving lower to his abs.
He shifted his weight. “You know what? Fair is fair. Throw back the covers so I can look at you.”
She did, although she couldn’t believe her body would affect him the way his affected her. The soft sheen of lamplight on his broad shoulders made her moist and achy. And when she gazed upon the equipment that could relieve that ache...
Hello. Maybe her body held the power to arouse him, after all. As his dark eyes focused on her, his penis, looking as impressive as it had the first time, rose from its base of dark curls.
“See what you do to me?” His voice was a soft caress.
She nodded. Her body quivered as he walked over to the bed and brought all that wonderfulness with him.
“It’s not nearly as easy for me to see what I do to you.” He sat on the edge of the bed and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. “Your nipples tell me a little something.” He brushed his thumb over the one that was most accessible.
She moaned and arched into the caress.
“That tells me you like me to touch you.” His thumb flicked her nipple in a lazy rhythm.
“Yes.” Her blood heated.
“Now your skin is flushed, which tells me you’re becoming excited.” His glance roamed over her. “But in order to find out exactly how much you want me, I have to investigate further.” Leaning forward, he nibbled on her mouth. “Spread your legs for me, Molly. Let me explore.”
Heart pounding, she opened her thighs. He continued to give her teasing little kisses and nips as he slid his hand down over her stomach, tunneled through her curls and found what he was looking for.
“Ah, Molly.” He probed her with knowing fingers. “Now I know how much you want me.” He stroked deep.
Without warning, her body tightened around his fingers. She gasped at the sudden onslaught of an impending orgasm.
His soft chuckle tickled her mouth. “You’re ready now, aren’t you, sweet lady?” He pumped his fingers back and forth. “You’re going to come for me in a minute or two, aren’t you?”
She had no words for him, only whimpers as he increased the pace, curving his fingers and thrusting with devastating skill. The rhythmic, liquid sound of his moving fingers made the caress even more erotic. She lifted her hips, wanting deeper, wanting more.
“That’s my girl. Take what you want. Ask for it.” He slipped his arm behind her hips, supporting her as he worked his magic.
She’d wondered if he was really good in bed. He was giving her the answer. Maybe she should be embarrassed by how easily he’d seduced her with his words and his touch. But she didn’t have time to be embarrassed.
She didn’t have time for anything but this...letting go...coming apart...coming...crying out his name—over and over and over as he coaxed a shattering response from her willing body.
At last, panting and quivering, she sank back to the mattress and looked up at him, dazed by her own abandon.
He smiled. “I knew you’d be like this.” Slowly he withdrew his hand and trailed his moist fingers up her body.
The brush of his fingers over her hot skin ignited the fire again. It burned low, but it still burned. She swallowed. “Like how?”
“Eager. Responsive. Sensual. Easily aroused. I shouldn’t take advantage of that. I should let you rest, but...” He reached for the box of condoms. “Once more, Molly. Then we’ll sleep.”
She doubted that once more would be enough, at least for her. He was a powerful aphrodisiac. The memory of his thick penis filling her brought back the familiar ache deep in her core.
“You have such an expressive face.” He tore open the packet. “You don’t agree with my plan, do you?”
She shrugged. “Why set limits?”
“Because I think you need to get used to me.” He rolled on the condom.
“So you say.”
“I’m not taking any chances.” He moved over her. “Our nights together should be nothing but pleasure. No pain.” Grabbing a pillow from the other side of the bed, he lifted her easily and tucked it under her hips. “That’s better. Now, bend your knees.”
If he hadn’t already loved her so thoroughly, she might have been shocked at the way he pushed her knees back and opened her to his gaze. But then he nudged her with his penis, and as he pushed slowly inside, she understood. He’d positioned her so that she could take him in this way, too.
And, oh, it was heaven. When he stopped halfway, she moaned in protest. “More.”
“Give me a second or two.” He clenched his jaw and lowered his head. “You tempt me to come like no one ever has.”
“I do?” She liked that.
“You fit me like a glove.” His chest heaved. “A smooth, velvet glove that’s been warmed by the fire. The deeper I go, the better it gets.”
His description turned her on even more, making her voice husky. “For me, too.”
“I thought maybe the second time would be...less intense.” He shuddered and gazed at her with eyes filled with lust. “I think it’s more, not less.”
“You can come.” She felt her own response building fast. “You don’t have to hold back for my sake.”
He gave her a crooked smile. “It’s not for your sake. It’s for mine.” He took another ragged breath. “Okay. Moving on.” He eased forward slowly and paused again. “You all right?”
“Never better.” She tingled all over, and deep inside, her womb tightened in response to the glide of his penis. “Keep going.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. You fit, remember?”
“Oh, I remember, Molly. I remember this.” He groaned and pushed home.
She sucked in a breath. So did he, and it was glorious. He wouldn’t have to do another thing, and she could reach orgasm just because he was locked tight against all the places that needed contact. All she had to do was squeeze a little bit...
“Molly.” Her name was an urgent warning. “Ah, hell, I have to move or go crazy. Hang on.”
She clutched his shoulders because they were within reach. No sooner had she grabbed hold of him than he groaned and began to thrust, slowly at first, then more rapidly.
“Tell me...” He panted as he increased the pace yet again, lifting her off the bed with each forward motion of his hips. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop.”
“No!” She was on the wildest ride of her life and loving it. “Don’t stop!” If she was sore later, she didn’t care.
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