Page 30 of A Crane Family New Year

She tore the packet and sat up in bed, pausing for so long that he had to ask, “Change your mind?”

“No! Oh my God, no. I just…” She bit her lip briefly. “You’re okay, right? With this.”

It was sweet of her to ask, but he wasn’t fragile. Not any longer. He didn’t want her to worry over him—to worry about anything other than herself tonight. He had the impression that she didn’t often put herself first.

That changed now.

“Chloe.” He took her free hand and placed it over his aching hard-on. “Feel that?”

The concern bled out of her eyes, leaving nothing but want in their depths. “Yes.”

“This is because of you. Because of your incredible body in that dress. Your hot, talented mouth. The sweet look in your eyes right now. You’re trying to worry about me instead of worrying about yourself, and I can’t have that.” He kissed her softly. “Trust me, beautiful. I couldn’t be more okay with this.”

She nodded her understanding and then whispered, “Let me.”

He allowed her to roll on the condom, enjoying the feel of her slender cool fingers touching him through the latex. She stroked once, twice… He lost track.

“That’s enough.” With one swift motion, he pinned her hand onto the bed next to her ear. “Stay.”

She licked her lips—to tease him, no doubt. He lifted her other hand and trapped that one as well. His body blanketed hers, and his cock found her center without trying. The moment he swiped her slick folds with the tip, she gasped.

“Concentrate, honey,” he reminded her. “You have a job to do.”

“I do?”

“Yes.” With one powerful thrust, he slid in to the hilt. “Come for me.”

Her neck arched as she accepted every inch of him. He released her wrists but kept moving, his sole focus on making her shout his name on a sated cry.

He slid forward with one rough motion and then drew out slow. So slowly he wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or himself. He might lose his mind before all was said and done.

Every sensation in his body had been dialed up to eleven, as if this were his first time having a woman—as if he’d been reborn into this moment. Each second ticked by in slow motion. He soaked in each and every detail.

The feel of her soft skin against his.

Her breasts flattened against his chest.

The taste of the salt on her neck when he kissed her.

The way she clawed his back, sending twin trails of awareness down his spine.

“Chloe.” He hadn’t meant to call her name, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. She’d consumed him—body and soul.

“There, Zander. There.”

At her command, he lifted her leg, hooked her ankle around his ass, and drove deep. She called his name once more and then her inner muscles clamped down onto him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. Had he ever felt anything better?

But then she buried her face into his neck and came as he’d commanded, and he decided that was even better.

He absorbed her orgasm as it reverberated through her body and rippled outward into his. He wasn’t far behind, allowing his own release—a mind-blanking tidal wave that engulfed him entirely.

Her body began to cool far too soon. A shiver tickled its way up her spine as goosebumps appeared on her arms. Zander must have noticed, because he reached over and grabbed the duvet they were on top of and yanked it over her body.

Then he curled around her, his nose tucked behind her ear. A low, satisfied hum worked its way up his throat.

“On a scale of one to ten…” she started.

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