Holiday Sparks

“What? You’re not going to cook for me, Hartley?”

“Oh I can cook for you.” He pushed her back through the door. He pushed the unease to the back of his mind and concentrated on getting her robe off. With barely any time to talk, he’d found absolutely no opportunity to bring up John.

How was he supposed to keep his brother away from the woman he was falling in love with? When she sighed into his mouth, he turned off the little voice and concentrated on one of his favorite things.

Morning Darcy.

They were a frenzy of skin and panting laughter. She was just as eager to get a taste of him. They’d both been looking forward to this day off. Darcy flipped him onto his back and a curtain of sea-scented hair fell around his face.

“Hurry,” she said against his mouth.

He wiggled out of his jeans, kicking them and her sheets to the end of the bed. She knelt over him, her slim hand curling around the widest part of his cock. He groaned and pressed himself into her hand.

She slid the head of his dick along the seam of her pussy and he arched up, wanting inside her so bad, he sucked in a huge gulping breath when her heat surrounded him without a condom. “Darcy. Darcy, wait.”

“It’s okay. I’m on the Pill. And I haven’t been with anyone in a long time before you.”

He cupped her jaw even as she clamped around him like raw silk over heat. “Are you sure?” At her frown, he pulled her down. “I haven’t been with anyone without a condom before you.”

Her frown lifted. “I’m sure.”

He surged inside her again and her slick walls grasped tight and hot. “You’re going to ruin me for all other women.”

She arched up above him and took him slowly. “That’s the plan.”

His fingers dug into her hips, his ink on her body stood out on her pale, pale skin. The pearly fingertips of morning curled around the edges of her curtains and then he knew nothing but the unending pleasure of her body welcoming him.

His fingers climbed up her back as he sat up and went ever deeper. He tangled in her hair and drew her head back. Feasting on her neck kept him from coming too fast. He wanted this to last.

The first time inside her with no barriers shouldn’t be a quickie. He plunged inside her. Ocean-scented sex curled around them. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders as she rode him harder. The way she sobbed his name with the racking shudders that chased her orgasm kicked him into the beyond.

He poured himself inside her. The hot jets of his cum slickened her even more as he jerked her tight to him. When they both landed in a heap in the middle of her bed, they were fighting for breath.

“Holy hell.”

He laughed. “Did you just swear?”

Her head came up off his chest. “Just what are you doing to me, Ben Hartley? Tattoos, swearing and more orgasms than I’ve had in my entire twenty-nine years—all within three weeks.”

“Maybe the next word on my ribs should be debaucher.”

She laughed and crawled up to kiss him. “Maybe.” She groaned. “I want nothing more than to stay and do this five more times.”

“Five?” He dragged a pillow over his face. “What do I look like?”

“Stud for hire?”

He reached for another pillow and whacked her with it. Her laughter made their ruined day off just a little less awful. He tucked his pillow back under his head. Maybe if he told her about John right now things would stay on a high note. “Darcy?”

She rolled off the side of the bed and reached for her robe. “Yeah?”

“Do you have to go right now?”

She leaned over him. “I need to beat Miriam to the store and make sure everything’s good to go for the day.”

“Right.”

“Why? Is everything okay?”