Holiday Heat

I step closer and hold a hand out to touch her arm gently, seeing her sharp intake of breath and the way her eyes close briefly.

Happiness courses through me. She still wants me. I can feel the sparks between us. The way she shudders at my touch. The way her unguarded, darkened eyes shift to hide her feelings.

She just wishes she didn’t. That’s a sobering thought.

“I didn’t want to leave you last night. Or this morning rather. I wanted to wake up wrapped around you this morning and make love to you again. Make love to you like you deserve.”

Her breath hitches and her eyes watch me, mesmerized, her pupils expanded until only a tiny ring of gold iris is left. “How do I deserve to be made love to?”

I move in closer, stalking her so slowly that she doesn’t even realize that it’s happening. My hand lifts to caress her cheek and she leans into my palm, her eyes closing, her cheeks flushing to a deep pink.

I lean over and whisper in her ear, delighted by the shiver and goosebumps that raise on her pale skin. “Slow. So slow that it could be hours until I’m finished. So deep that it feels like we’re one body, locked together in desire until we fall to the bed, exhausted, passing out from the pleasure we’ve found.”

She draws in a deep, shaky breath. “That doesn’t seem possible,” she whispers, her voice husky and low.

“Give me a chance to show you how I can worship this body. How I’m meant to pleasure you for the rest of our lives.”

Her eyes open and I can see the worry, the fear. “You shouldn’t say things that you can’t promise.”

“I promise you that’s what I want. I can’t force you to want me as much as I want you. I can’t make you stay with me. But I just want the chance to prove to you that I’m serious. I want to love you for the rest of our lives. I just need you to realize that I’m good for you. That I love you desperately.” I lean over, my eyes studying her. “That you love me just as much as I love you.”

I lean over and kiss her gently, letting her take the lead. Knowing she needs the control right now. She needs to know that I respect her choice in this. Our future.

Her lips cling to mine softly then they move and open and it’s like the clouds parting after a storm. I keep my hands down, letting her lead. Her hands lift and wrap around my neck, her tongue gliding along mine, sucking gently, dragging at the muscle. Igniting the flames that I’m trying to control.

I lose it. My hands wrap around her back and I lift her into my arms, my fingers digging into the ass of her jean shorts, white with need.

“Jane,” I groan. “Are you sure? You need to be sure, baby doll. Because if I fuck you again, I’m not going to be able to let you go. Even if you want me to, I’ll fight you every step of the way.”

She nods wildly, her shimmering eyes half-closed, slumberous with lust. Her pouty pink lips glistening as her tongue darts out and wets them.

I moan and slam through the door, kicking it shut. I turn her into the door and fall into it, grunting when my hard body hits her soft curves. My hands come up and wrap around her plump breasts. Pinching, tugging and teasing, I run my lips up her slim throat, nipping at her sensitive skin until her hips are writhing into me.

“Damn, you are fucking sexy, baby doll. I can’t get enough of you.” I grind my aching, straining rod into her soft belly.

“Oh god, don’t stop, Ryker.”

“As if I could. Jesus, you’re so fucking hot.”

I rip her lightweight sweater over her head and throw it aside like trash. I draw in a shaky, panted breath. Her skin glows in the early morning light like alabaster painted with gold. Her breasts are confined in the tiniest scrap of peach-colored lace, barely held in. I can see the dark coral areola, her nipple a tight, stiff peak begging for my lips, my hands.

“Lord, you are like a painting. The most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen. One that I want to get dirty, to rip it to shreds and make something even more glorious,” I breathe.

“Destruction of property is a crime,” she laughs. But her laugh is cut off when I pick her up again, her long legs wrapping around my middle when I carry her into my bedroom downstairs. I throw her to the bed and strip my clothes off as quickly as possible, my hands shaking.

Her eyes widen, darkening to deepest honey when my rigid length pops up, smacking into my belly.

She licks her lips.

I unzip her jean shorts and rip them down her legs, taking the tiniest little scrap of fabric off with it.

I crawl up her body, watching her shiver, her pupils dilated with desire, her fingers clenching on my shoulders when I reach the headboard, dragging her body with me.

“Hold on to the headboard,” I growl. “I don’t want you to hit your head.”

That’s the only warning she gets when I slide into her wet heat. Her head tilts back and she gasps, groaning. “So good.”

“I want better than good, baby doll.” I draw out slowly then slide back in to the hilt. My lips dance along her bare shoulder before I wrap them around her buxom peaks, tugging and pulling at the erect nipples while I drive my shaft into her. Pistoning in and out while she runs her nails down my back, digging in and gasping, spurring me on with the sexy noises she makes when I hit just the right spot, her body clenching around me. Panting and groaning, I pull out and roll over, taking her with me.

“I want you to ride me, baby doll. Take control and take your pleasure from me.”

She groans but settles her wide hips over me, sliding down my rod one inch at a time. Her head falls back, her long hair tickling the tops of my thighs. I hold her hips steady and help her slide up and down. My breath picks up and Jane’s panting increases until it feels like we’re both racing to the same ending. And even though I try to hold it off, I feel the tingling in my spine and the jerk of my dick as I lose control.

“Jane,” I groan, pumping my release in her body, feeling her walls tighten and pulse around me like a velvet glove opening and closing around my shaft.

“Ryker!” she screams and then falls to my chest, her body shuddering and twitching with pleasure.