Page 37 of Holding Out For A Holiday Hero

He kissed his way down her neck, stopping to drop little bites along the way. His mouth felt incredible. Who would have known that her neck was so sensitive? It hadn’t been before. But, honestly, with Jake, every part of her body felt hyperaware and sensitive. Primed.

She needed more.

“Jingle!” True called out.

His head shot up.

“That was the one that meant more. Faster. Harder.” She squirmed beneath him. “I want more, Jake. I want everything.” She wanted him fully in her.

But he went back to kissing her, to feathering his mouth over her as he slowly moved his head down. He continued to just have the broad tip of his dick inside of her. Finally, his mouth took her breast. Her body shivered as need cascaded through her. He licked and sucked her nipple and had her thrashing beneath him. But he didn’t thrust deep into her. Why not?

Was he torturing her? This felt like torture. Her legs locked around his hips as she tried to take more of him inside of her. She wanted more. “Jake, please!”

He drove into her.

He stretched every single inch of her. For a moment, she was caught between pleasure and pain because his size was no joke. He’d warned her. She probably should have paid more attention.

He stilled. Rose up. Stared into her eyes.

Sleigh bells. That was what she was supposed to say if it was too much.

She clamped her lips together.

His fingers went to her clit. Rubbed. Rubbed. Her body unlocked for him. Desire spiraled.

Her head tipped back. He withdrew. Plunged into her. Withdrew. When he plunged deep once more, her hips slammed up to meet him. The rhythm became savage. Brutal. Absolutely beyond everything she’d known before. This wasn’t some tame lovemaking. Some quick thrusts in the dark.

She grabbed for his shoulders. Held on tight. “Jingle,” she whispered.

He growled. His hands slid beneath her. Curled around her ass as he lifted her up against him so that Jake could thrust relentlessly. Her climax ripped straight through True as her nails raked over his skin. Once more, she screamed for him.

And he seemed to let go of his control. A snarl broke from him. His thrusts pistoned against her in a fast fury. His hands skimmed over her body. Seeming to touch—no, to brand and mark every single inch of her. His mouth was on her throat. Pressing. Licking. Biting. Her core spasmed around him as aftershocks from her climax pulsed through her. Sweat slickened their bodies as they tangled before the fire, and she didn’t care.

This was perfect.

This was passion.

This was?—

He stiffened against her. Slammed hard once more. Then he roared her name.

He’d planned to fuck her in a bed. Like a normal person. Like a gentleman. In a soft bed. Not on the hard floor of his den. Shit. There had been steps involved in his master plan.

Step one—get the fireplace going. Step two—turn on the Christmas music that he knew True loved. Step three—give her a glass of the wine she’d enjoyed the night before. Step four—talk to her. Charm her. He could be charming, dammit. Then he’d planned to take her into his bedroom. To not rush her.

To not fuck her on the floor.

His hands shoved against the rug as he heaved up. He’d been keeping his body off hers because he hadn’t wanted to crush True with his weight. She shivered beneath him, and her long lashes lifted as she opened her eyes and stared at him.

She didn’t say a word.

But she screamed for me earlier. Just as he’d wanted. She’d screamed twice. Because she’d come twice. And she’d raked her nails down his body. She’d left marks on him.

And he’d left marks on her. His gaze dropped to her neck. He could see the faint redness from his mouth.

She still hadn’t spoken.

He should say something. Or get her sweet ass off the floor, you jerk. Yeah, yeah, that was what he should do. And he needed to do that fast because his eager dick was getting hard for her again. As if he hadn’t just exploded inside of her and lost his ever-loving mind.

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