Page 43 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

And why does he still have so many clothes on?

Sharp clarity has me looking toward my bedroom to check that the door’s still closed tight. A reminder that we didn’t have the luxury of stripping naked to play with each other all night. Even if that’s exactly what my body craved. Fuck, my mental health too.

“You okay?” Henry asks in a soft voice. It’s all husky and rumbling.

I nod. “Just need to be hyper vigilant with—” The words die on my tongue. I’ve never done this before, have sex with a man while my son is in the other room.

Who am I kidding? I haven’t had sex since I became a mother.

And suddenly, I can’t seem to get enough.

“Do you want me to stop?” Henry tucks a few bits of drying hair behind my ear, his touch tracing down the side of my neck where he was kissing only a minute ago.

How does such a handsome, smart and kind man end up with someone like me instead of someone more put together, further advanced in their career, or taking care of the home. I’m struggling with all three of those.

I shake my head at him. I don’t want him to stop. I never have.

He lifts me in his arms and turns me onto the warm cushion he’d occupied. Trapping me under him, his hips keep me in place, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Henry props himself above me, and for a brief moment, I don’t feel like a single mom, like Patrick’s daughter, like a Rockwell International employee. I’m whole, wanted and wet. The world revolves around the two of us, how complete I feel with him buried inside me.

I wriggle my hips, and he leans down to kiss me. My world breaks open, swallows me and reels me back when he releases me.

Heat blossoms in his gaze, and he gathers my oversized shirt and presses it into my mouth. “To keep you quiet. Just in case.”

Fuck, that makes me wetter, anticipation spiraling low in my belly. Faster when he blows across my nipples, making them perk to attention.

Rearing up, Henry takes my knees in his big hands and spreads them wider. The slow move is deliberate, resetting all of the sensitive spots he can reach with the head of his thick cock. He slips partially out and slides back in like a sexy tango.

God, I want a better view.

Henry grins at the way I’m arching. Grabbing a pillow, he stuffs it behind my back, propping me up. Then, he spreads me so that I can see him tease my entrance, a short plunge and retreat. And the way his bare cock is silhouetted by his dark slacks makes the way his shaft disappears inside me so much the hotter.

“I like how much you enjoy watching.” His voice is soft and gruff again, sinking further into me until the full swing of his hips taps against mine and he stretches me so sweetly that I swear I’m a goner.

But the sight isn’t enough. How hard and fast he’s taking me isn’t enough. The way my shirt is bunched in my mouth isn’t enough to completely muffle my moans.

Curled tighter, Henry leans in to nuzzle me. “God, look at all of that mess, Paige. It’s all you. Every. Last. Drop.”

God, he’s right, my arousal, my multiple orgasms, spread across my thighs, shining in the low light of the TV. I squeeze around him with a whimper.

“And those hard, pink nipples, begging to be played with, pinched, sucked on.”

I give him another moan of approval.

It’s like the man breaks, yanking me forward as he drops to catch one in his mouth and sucks hard. Thank God for the shirt in my mouth because I’m unable to hold back my cry. He lathes, suckles and rolls the bud against the roof of his mouth until I’m shaking from the onslaught.

He switches, showing my other breast the same attention.

When he releases me, I’m huffing noisily. Henry’s transformed into an apex predator, rutting against my womb. I have to wonder if they all look this way when they’re ready to come, when it builds and builds like this.

Can they all perform this way? Giving and giving and giving. Or is he taking? I can’t be sure anymore.

I can barely hold on.

I don’t need to.

He’s got me, hands cupping my waist, knees dropping to the crook of his elbows as he pulls me into his thrusts. I scramble for purchase because this time, I’m not struggling to build to an orgasm. It’s already shaking through me.

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