Holiday Sparks

He nipped her neck until her head tipped back. “Just make out?”

She delighted in the skin on skin, denim on denim tangle they were in. “We can start with making out.”

He slipped his hands down the small gap at the back of her jeans and found the lacy bit of underwear she was wearing. “Man, I can’t wait to get to third base so I can see these.”

“Show me your first-base skills and maybe I’ll let you steal third.”

His long fingers slid into her hair, drawing her face to his. Instead of the hard, hot kiss she was expecting, he slowed everything down. Lips barely brushed hers before they were gone to whisper over her eyes and cheeks.

Her whole body hummed at the gentle coaxing. She’d wanted to do the exploring, but how was she supposed to keep to her own plan when he touched her like this? Gentle Ben was going to be the death of her.

The clasp of her bra loosened. “I think I’m going to steal second base instead,” he said against her throat. She smiled, but instead of a laugh it slid into a low, slow groan. His tongue swirled around her nipple before sucking, only to repeat the steps again and again until every nerve ending throbbed. She held him tight to her as she slowly rocked against him. The overwhelming feelings he stirred in her prickled at the edges of her consciousness.

Ben didn’t know how to do anything in half measures. He cupped her breasts, feasting on one then the other. He looked up at her, the tight tip of her nipple bet

ween his teeth. She arched back, unable to look at him. The intensity in his deep brown eyes was too much.

Every single time it felt as though he was staring right into her. As if he could see every darn thing. He was going to be disappointed. He was so open and giving. How could she ever be enough?

She slammed her emotions down.

No. This was just fun. They were new and shiny. All this was just new lust. It wasn’t anything more than that. She rolled her hips until he groaned against her skin. “I’m not going to make it to third base, Ben. I want it all. Now.” She rose onto her knees and struggled with his jeans.

His hips lifted to help her. “Fuck, where’s my wallet?”

She opened her eyes, her chest heaving. He caught her nipple in his mouth again, this time a little of the patient Ben missing. He nipped at her skin and she shuddered over him. She looked around again and spotted the battered billfold on the coffee table behind her.

“Hold me.”

“What?” His head came up and his fingers wrapped around her waist. “Hold? Fuck me, Darcy.”

She arched back and snagged his wallet, then handed it back to him with a smile. “I was really good at gymnastics.”

“I’m going to remember that,” he said, flicking out a condom. He covered her mouth, his tongue slipping out to tease as he laughed. “Holy shit, am I going to remember that.”

She stood and wiggled out of her jeans. He stopped her, tracing his thumb over the scalloped edges of her cotton candy-pink lace thong. “Women’s undergarments were created to kill men.”

“They sure weren’t created for our comfort.” She laughed. The cute panties landed in the pile of her clothes. She toed off her slip-ons and climbed back onto him. “Now, where were we?”

He cupped his hands around his mouth and made a crowd roaring sound. She giggled and stole the condom. “Home run indeed.” She peeled back his jeans and sighed. He was beautiful. She lightly grazed the underside of his head with her knuckle. He hissed and she gripped him firmly.

He pushed up into her hand, the low growl returning. Everything about him was so muscled and smooth, even this part of him that made her feel so sexy and powerful. She covered him first with latex and then sheathed him with herself.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she took all of him until there was only them meeting in every way. She cupped his face, watching his eyes as she slowly rose and fell over him. His jaw clenched and a muscle flexed in his cheek as she swirled her hips in time with each clasping stroke.

She tried to focus on how he felt instead of the tears that wanted to spiral up and take over each time he touched her. He gripped her hips, guiding her for a deeper thrust. Her head tipped back as pleasure crept in.

Instinct and desire took over as sweat slid down her spine and between them. It only added to the excitement, the scent of them and the way she softened to take him deeper. She shouted out his name, shuddering and shaking around him as he pulled her in. One arm came up her back, anchoring her to him until their mouths slanted against each other.

She wrapped her arms around him. They were a tangle of sweat and arms and her nose was buried in his neck. Somehow she held on to the sobs and simply quaked in his arms.

Always too much.

She didn’t understand why it had to be so overwhelming each time. She couldn’t breathe around the need and the emotions he pulled out of her so effortlessly. She laid her head on his shoulder, willing herself to calm.

“Darcy, sweetheart, I have to move.”

She leaned back. “Sorry.”