Page 22 of Lone Star Christmas Mission

And it was infectious since Cash was starting to feel it as well. In fact, he was starting to feel a lot of things, some that he probably shouldn’t, but it was hard for his thoughts not to turn dirty with Kayla pressed against him like this.

It was more than the body to body contact, though. It was the way she was looking at him. Straight in the eyes, and she wasn’t trying to inch away. There wasn’t a trace of panic in sight so, Cash tested the waters, ready to pull back if necessary.

He brushed his mouth over hers. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured.

Cash might have eased back to gauge her reaction, but Kayla slid her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to her for another kiss. It was long, slow, and incredibly hot.

Kayla seemed to pour a whole lot of emotions into that kiss. Maybe because she had no choice about that, not with the old heat between them generating some new fires. It was the same for him. Cash put some emotion into it, taking a risk and hoping that the risk paid off.

It did.

Kayla made a silky sound of pleasure and just kept her mouth on his. Since that was a really good sign, Cash ran his tongue over her bottom lip and went French with the kiss. His reward was another of Kayla’s moans and more flames to that growing fire.

Kayla moved, turning so her body was fully pressed against his. And his dick certainly appreciated that. Still, Cash tried to keep himself in check since he knew Kayla could put an end to this in a blink.

But she didn’t.

She kept up the kissing and added some touching, too. She slid her hand down his chest. Then under his shirt. Her fingersplayed with the muscles on his stomach. And his chest. She lit fires along the way.

And need.

Plenty of need.

Again, Cash tried to rein things in, but Kayla didn’t make that easy. He got a flash of memories. Not of the attacks. But of their intense making-out sessions when they’d been teenagers. Those sessions had been sweet torture with a whole lot of pleasure.

But not full sex.

That hadn’t happened until they were adults, but before that, there had been times like this. So many kisses. So many touches. And, yeah, more than an orgasm or two from what turned out to be hand jobs. Cash was considering going for that now, but Kayla took matters into her own hand.

Literally.

She ran her palm past the waist of his cargo pants and into his boxers.

Cash cursed and jolted but in a good way at her touch. The pleasure fired through him, and he instantly wanted more. He wanted to give more, too, so he shifted enough so that he could slip his hand under her top. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, he was able to slide his fingers over her nipples.

Kayla gasped, and it was a familiar sound. All pleasure. So, Cash gave her more. He shoved up her top and replaced his fingers with her mouth.

It was the right move.

She cursed him but in a good, dirty way, and while he tasted every inch of her breasts, she got her hands on his hard-on. Familiar territory for her, and she obviously remembered theterrain. She gripped and touched, sliding her thumb over the tip of his erection.

Cash didn’t have the breath to curse her, and the heat was growing by leaps and bounds. So was the urgency building inside him so he did a turnabout fair play move. He moved his hand into her shorts and found exactly what he was looking for.

She bucked against his fingers and began fighting to get off her clothes. Those clothes were the enemy now, and she clearly wanted to be naked.

He helped with that.

Mindful of her stitches, Cash eased off the shirt. Then, the boxers she was wearing.

“I want you naked now,” she insisted, yanking off his shirt and going after his zipper. “And you’d better have a condom.”

“In my wallet,” he managed to say.

Kayla took that as a personal challenge, to get the condom and take off his pants at the same time. Since the need was pushing hard for this to happen now, Cash helped with that. He got the condom, tossing his wallet to the floor, and then seconds later, his pants and boxers ended up there as well.

Despite that urgency, Cash studied Kayla’s face while he got on the condom. At least that’s what he tried to do, but she began a frantic flurry of kissing and touching. The woman was clearly on a mission for this to turn into full-blown sex.

And Cash was more than willing to make that happen.

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