Page 35 of Holding Out For A Holiday Hero

“You’re naked.” Savage.

“Thank you for noticing.” She was naked and nervous, but she would not back down. This was too important. He was too important. “I think you want me.” Her gaze dropped to the front of his jeans. She swallowed. “You definitely want me.”

“True.”

“And I want you. When I was trapped, do you know what I thought?”

His gaze rose to her face. And, again, she almost retreated. No one had ever looked at her with such burning lust before.

But she stood her ground. Her naked ground. “I thought…I wish I’d been with Jake last night. I wish I had more than just fantasies of him. I wish I hadn’t been scared for so long and that I’d just taken what I wanted.”

Both of his hands were tight fists at his sides. “I’m trying to be good,” he gritted out.

“I don’t want that. I want the man who promised me that I’d scream for him.” A quick breath. “See, I’ve never done that for a man. Never come so hard that I screamed. But I have very, very high hopes for you. With you. I?—”

His hands weren’t at his sides any longer. They were on her. His mouth was on hers. He was pulling her against him, her body flush against his, and she kissed him with all the passion she had.

No fear.

No doubt.

Just lust.

Make me scream. Make me.

His hands tightened on her waist, and he lifted her up against him. She gasped, and the sound was swallowed by his mouth. He carried her a few steps, then he lowered her down onto the lush rug near the fire. Jake knelt beside her, still fully dressed, and the flames sent shadows—then light—chasing over his body. “You never screamed for the ex-husband?”

She shook her head.

“Never screamed for anyone?”

Another negative shake.

“You will for me.”

Then he settled between her legs.

“Jake, I?—”

His fingers went straight to her core. She was tense and way too nervous, and she flinched.

“Trust me,” he breathed.

Then he lowered his head. His mouth—it went…

On her.

“Jake!” Her hands flew out. Up. All around as they grabbed for the rug and held on tightly.

His tongue dipped into her. His fingers teased her clit. Her hips shot eagerly toward him.

She’d, ah, thought they might work up to this part. Slowly. Like, start with kisses. Some touches. Then they’d get to?—

He strummed her clit relentlessly, and a desperate moan broke from her. Then his mouth replaced his fingers on her clit. He licked her. Again and again and again, and her head thrashed against the rug. Her hips strained against him. He’d locked his hands around her waist so that he could easily force her closer to his mouth. There was no retreat. There was just need and pleasure.

Her eyes flew open. She didn’t remember squeezing them shut. She looked down and saw Jake going down on her. Lapping her up like she was the best thing that he’d ever tasted in his entire life. The rest of the world didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but this moment.

One of his long, strong fingers was inside her. He pushed another in. Stretched her. And lapped at her clit as she—came. True came on a sudden orgasm so powerful and sharp that there was no way she could hold back the cry that burst from her lips.

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