A Lot Like Christmas (Wishful 11)

“I consider that a success. I wanted to change your view of things. Though, I confess, that wasn’t exactly the kind of rocking your world I intended.” She slapped a hand over her mouth, barely trapping the giggle that wanted to spill out. “Sorry. I have no filter when it’s late.”

His eyes went dark, and his faint smile was sharp as a blade. “I definitely feel like I missed out on that particular variety.”

She swallowed, a frisson of awareness racing down her spine, along her skin. The hunger in his gaze banished her exhaustion, banished any lingering doubts. Tossing the shirt aside, she stepped into him. “No reason to miss out. You’re still here.”

“For now.”

“We only have the now.” As a reminder to them both, she kissed him.

His hands dove into her hair, as he angled his mouth more firmly against hers, and she wrapped around him. His growing erection pressed against her belly. Opening to him, she gloried in the sweep of his tongue against hers. His fingers combed through her hair, stroking down her spine and over her ass, drawing her hips against his. She rose to her toes in an attempt to better line them up. Hooking his hands behind her thighs, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing, settling her exactly where she wanted to be. Tightening her legs around his hips, she pulled his hardness closer to her core.

He growled, turning them toward the bed, lowering her to the mattress. It sank beneath their combined weight, squeaking faintly as they dove at each other, their hands busy tugging, touching, taking, stripping each other down between frenzied, frantic kisses. When his mouth closed over her breast, she cried out, arching up and digging her fingers into the muscles of his magnificent shoulders. Her hands fumbled with his belt as he continued to kiss and suckle. At last, she managed to defeat the button and zipper of his jeans, making enough space to slide her hand inside and wrap her fingers around him.

He cursed, his own fingers swift and efficient as he stripped her the rest of the way, leaving her bare. His gaze raked over her in frank appreciation.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

“So are you.”

The bedside lamp painted the muscles of his arms and chest in shadow as he bent again to kiss and touch and stroke. His hand covered her sex, firm and possessive, and she arched up, needing more. More pressure, more friction. Just more.

“Ryan, please.”

Parting her folds, he stroked a lazy finger around her clit and through the wet heat between her thighs before sliding one finger inside her. She cried out, bucking her hips as he continued to rub.

“More.”

He slid in another finger, adding a twist of his wrist that had her flying apart in seconds. He wrung out every atom of pleasure, until she lay boneless and gasping. By the time she came fully back to herself, he wore a smirk of male satisfaction.

She found it hard to mind. “I’d forgotten what it was like to have a non-battery-assisted orgasm.” She clapped her hands over her mouth again, cursing her lack of filter.

The smirk turned into a full on grin. “Better than you remembered?”

“Way better. Now come here and show me the rest of the ways you’re superior to my battery-powered buddy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Foil crackled and a few moments later, he crawled over her, settling into the cradle of her hips. Needing to touch him, she wrapped her hand around his length, stroking from base to tip and back before aligning him with her entrance. Bracing his arms on either side of

her, he pressed slowly forward, sinking into her, stretching and filling, inch by slow inch. They both groaned as he found his way fully home.

“Hannah.”

He lowered to kiss her, deep and gentle, and lacing his fingers with hers, began to move. She held his gaze as the pleasure built. With every stroke, the walls he’d put up between them were falling. And then they were both spinning out over the edge in a spectacular free fall.

At length their breathing slowed. Above her, he stirred. “You were right.”

“About what?”

“Rocking my world.”

She couldn’t help it. The giggle burst free. “You rocked mine pretty thoroughly, too.”

“I’d like to rock it again in the very near future, but I think we kinda have to sleep.”

“There’s always the morning. I mean, I don’t know about you, but that seems like a really good start to the day.”

He brushed a kiss over her lips. “I like the way you think.”