Page 39 of Riding Dirty for Christmas

“Maybe I like the heat,” she whispers, pressing closer. “Maybe I trust you to handle it.”

Trust. From Eden, that word hits different. My grip softens as I cup her face, caught in those eyes that see every damn thing I try to hide.

“You wreck me,” I breathe against her skin. “Every single time.”

“Show me.” Her words ghost across my lips. “Make me yours, Jack.”

Something breaks loose inside me. I crush my mouth to hers, and she responds like she's been starving for it, fingers twisting in my hair, pulling me closer.

I hoist her up, and she locks her legs around me. Her gasp when she feels me hard against her nearly undoes me completely.

“I've got you,” I murmur, carrying her to my bed. “Going to make this so good for my girl.”

“Your girl?” Eden's voice catches as I lay her on the comforter.

“Mine,” I murmur, drinking her in. “The same girl who walked into my bar and turned everything upside down.”

I take my time with each button, each zipper, revealing her skin like unwrapping something precious. Her breathing turns shallow, desperate, but I want to savor this.

“Jack...” She reaches for me, needy.

“Let me look at you,” I whisper, kissing her restless hands quiet. “Want to remember every detail.”

The black lace against her pale skin makes my mouth go dry. “This for me?” I trace the edge of her bra, watching her shiver.

She nods, catching her lip between her teeth - that innocent gesture that drives me crazy every time.

“So perfect,” I praise, sliding the lace from her shoulders. “So damn perfect for me.”

Her breasts spill free, and I can't resist tasting them, drawing one peaked nipple into my mouth while my fingers tease the other. The sounds she makes – soft whimpers and pleading moans – drive me wild.

“Jack,” she gasps, arching into my touch. “Need you. Please.”

I release her nipple with a soft pop, trailing kisses down her stomach. “Patience, beautiful. Want to taste every inch of you first.”

Her hands fist in my sheets as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs with deliberate slowness. The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water.

“Look at you,” I growl, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “So wet for me already. So ready.”

She squirms under my touch, trying to guide me where she wants me most. But I resist, continuing my tortuous path of kisses and light nips.

“Tell me what you want, Eden,” I command, my breath hot against her center. “Use your words, baby.”

Her face flushes beautifully, but she meets my eyes. “Your mouth. Want your mouth on me. Please, Jack.”

“Since you asked so nicely...” I reward her honesty with a long, slow lick that makes her cry out. “That's it, let me hear you. Want to know exactly how good I make you feel.”

I hover above her, drinking in every detail of her response as my tongue traces intimate patterns. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. Each gasp, every whispered plea of my name drives me further, makes me want to draw out her pleasure until she can't take anymore.

“Jack,” she moans, her back arching off the bed. “I'm close...”

“That's it, beautiful,” I encourage, sliding two fingers inside her as I focus on her most sensitive spot. “Let go for me. Show me how good it feels.”

Her release crashes over her like a wave, my name a broken cry on her lips. I work her through it gently, only pulling away when she tugs at my shoulders.

“Need you,” she breathes, her gaze burning into me as I strip. The way she watches - hungry yet tender - sets my blood on fire.

She pulls me down to her, kissing me deep and desperate. “Show me,” she whispers against my mouth. “Make me feel how much you want me.”

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