Page 60 of Yuletide Acres

“If you’re happy doing the bare minimum, then I suppose it will have to do.”

“You think you can do better?” I watch his eyes alight at my question.

Watch out Poppy, this man is getting ready to rock your world.

Dylan raises up, his hands drifting up my legs. “Without a doubt.”

I move back, resting against the pile of pillows, and offer him a sweet smile and shrug. “Show me, then.”

He’s on top of me in the next moment, propping himself up on his hands as his body skates along mine. His lips hover mere centimeters from my skin as his breath heats up my every cell. Traveling up from my waist to my collarbone, along my neck, down my jaw—almost touching but never making contact.

Upping the ante. Making me desperate for him. Dylan loves when I’m desperate for him.

His lips barely dust mine, the texture of his beard adding in a whole new level of sensation. “Do you want me to kiss you, Poppy?”

I can barely breathe. I’m wound tight as a drum, my hands clenched at my sides. I open my mouth to speak, but words are too tricky. All I can manage is a low moan.

“Is that a yes?” Dylan presses, smiling as he tongues the corner of my mouth. “I couldn’t quite understand you.”

I raise my hands to his face, tracing along the chiseled jaw covered by the soft beard. “I hate that you’re even better looking than I remembered, which I thought would be impossible.”

He tilts his head into my hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist. “I thought you hated men with beards.”

I feel my cheeks burn. “I…may have been lying.”

“Oh, you were? I damn near shaved it off this morning.”

I bite my lip, my fingers tracing along his mouth. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Admit that you like it.”

“What do I get if I admit it?” I’m not above bargaining, particularly when my body is primed and ready.

“Everything, my Sunshine Girl.”

Our gazes meet, his dark eyes probing my soul. He can read me like a book. “I want everything.”

Dylan nuzzles my lips, his fingers tightening in my hair, his tongue gliding along the seam of my mouth, begging entrance. The last couple of kisses were imbued with anger, frustration. This kiss is nothing short of spectacular.

Kissing him is like coming home to a memory. Waking up in the dream. All the passion, all the anguish vanishes as his mouth captures mine. With a sigh, I fall into the kiss, our tongues sliding against each other. Remembering. Rediscovering. Desperate for more I twine my arms around his neck, pulling myself against him.

Dylan’s hands wrap around my hips, sliding under the panels of my robe to caress my skin. A low groan sounds from his throat as he controls the kiss. Every move slow and torturous and delicious.

I pull back, licking my lips, my gaze holding his. “That kiss is much better than all those angry ones.”

“A definite improvement. But I think we need a ton more practice.”

“Agreed.”

I see all the passion in his gaze, as his fingers pull apart my robe, exposing my body to him. “Poppy, my God. I could feast on this body for hours.”

“What’s stopping you?” I inquire, dancing my fingers along his scalp.

“Nothing now.” My nipples harden as he cups my breasts, taking first one and then the other into his mouth and flicking his tongue across the tips.

Any vestiges holding me back from Dylan release, and I arch toward him, desperate for his touch. He wastes no time stripping me down, and I see the approval dancing in his eyes as he sweeps the entire length of my body.

“You are so beautiful.” A rumble of pleasure rises from his chest as his hands cinch my waist, his mouth delivering a series of gentle nips to my stomach. “I dreamt about you so many times, Poppy, but it was never this good. You are spectacular.”

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