Page 61 of Deck the Fire Halls

Soren.

Soren was amazing. Blisteringly hot, sugar sweet and, god help me, well endowed.

He was also thoughtful and kind. And he had manners when he ate, which, believe me, I’d seen men who didn’t. He even cleaned up after breakfast. Said that was the rule if I’d cooked.

It’d been an incredible night.

I was so bummed when he’d had to work instead of coming over. But I understood that. Lord, did I understand that. But then he’d come by as soon as he could, as eager to see me as I was to see him.

As soon as he’d walked through the door last night, the undeniable chemistry was there. The sexual tension crackling between us. From zero to scorching in an instant.

I wanted to jump him the second he walked through the door, and I was surprised we made it through himeating a late dinner. We didn’t get much further than that though, before we ended up on the couch, frotting, grinding to orgasm.

Like teenagers. It felt reckless and wicked, too worked up to take it to the bedroom.

I hadn’t been that desperate since I was eighteen years old. Hell, I almost came from him kissing me. Before we had our pants undone.

Then I’d asked him to stay and I woke up with my head on his chest.

His glorious, well-defined, muscular chest. And his arm around me, and his warmth, and strength. His scent.

It had been so long since I’d woken up with a man. Hell, since I’d even been with a guy or had any kind of physical contact. Even sleeping next to him was comforting, and I can’t remember ever sleeping so soundly.

So safely.

Because I hadn’t ever felt so safe with anyone. I hadn’t had any man touch me in months and even then, it was just a quick and terrible exchange.

But Soren’s strong arms, and his big hands were like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was about to initiate another round of sex when I remembered that he wanted to take things slow, that we both did, and proceed with caution, so I jumped out of bed and suggested breakfast instead.

And then he had to go be completely perfect and help me decorate my Christmas tree. Oh, I was enamored already. And this sexy, younger, so-damn-fine man wanted me.

Me?

He kept saying I turned him on, and thatwas pretty evident by his prominent erection. And that he had to make himself leave because he wanted to take me back to bed.

The crazy part? I’d have let him.

I’d have fallen back into bed in a heartbeat. I’d have begged him to take me any way he wanted because, sweet mother of mercy, I wanted it too.

I wanted him inside me. I could just imagine his huge cock pushing into me, and if I thought about it, pictured it, I could almost feel it. I ached for it.

But we had a bike ride to get through first.

Admittedly, I was not a fan of motorcycles. But from the second I’d laid eyes on him on that very first day, the way he straddled it, the way he smirked at me... I wasn’t so opposed.

And the way his whole face lit up when he’d offered and I’d said yes?

Totally worth it.

So, after a shower, I put on my jeans and my boots, pulled on my jacket, and a minute later I was knocking on his front door.

He opened the door and almost stole my breath.

He looked freshly showered, wore black leather riding pants and a black T-shirt that was just tight enough.

“Wow. Those pants are...”Don’t say that out loud.“Is all black a biker thing? Was there a dress code?” I looked down at my very boring blue jeans and green sweater. “Because I missed the memo.”

He laughed. “You like the pants, huh?”

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