Page 30 of Boats, Moats, & Root Beer Floats

That’s enough.

I slid into her, not stopping until she swallowed me whole and my thighs rested against hers. Thin arms linked around my shoulders, nail digging into my skin as she clung to me. Her breaths came in shallow pants, her eyes drifting closed.

That wouldn’t do. I needed to see her.

“Lindy, look at me,” I murmured. “I want to see you, love.”

Her lashes lifted like they were the heaviest thing in the world. “Please, I need?—”

“I know, beautiful.” I kissed her gently, gliding my tongue over hers until we were both panting, and her walls hugged me tight and hot and wet. “We will. Just getting you used to the feel of us, okay?”

“Okay.” Again her trust floored me.

I slid my arms around her body, holding her to me as I rocked my hips, sinking deeper and deeper into her. Each withdrawal she gripped me tight with those infernal walls that seemed intent on never letting me go. I groaned as I plunged back into her, not stopping until my thighs pressed to hers, and her pussy closed around me in an intimate kiss of its own.

She shuddered through the first few thrusts, and that was where my control abandoned me. I drove deeper, lifting one leg around my waist and locking my arm behind her hip to hold her in place.

“I’m going to fuck you, love. You tell me if I’m hurting you, alright?” I stared into her eyes, pushing the words out between my teeth as I willed myself not to come too soon from herstunning and reactive body as she pulsed around me with every word.

The moment she nodded I slammed into her again and again, sinking deeper with every movement, each more brutal than the last.

Heat enveloped me as Lindy wrapped herself around me. Her other leg locked around my waist, she met every thrust with a lift of her hips, no matter how insane my pace grew. I groaned into her neck, licking and sucking at her skin, knowing I’d leave marks on her, wanting my marks on her flesh.

That thought was what tipped me over. Her hot little pussy milked me all the way home, and she came with me as I fell into a world filled with snowflakes and cornflower blue skies and kiss bitten lips I needed to trace with my tongue over and over again.

When the roaring in my ears stopped and the ache in my throat released, I was still kissing her gently, rocking out bodies together as she pulsed and clenched around me in a series of aftershocks.

“Is it always like that with you?” she whispered, rubbing her fingertips along my forearms.

“That?” I stared down at her, the corner of my mouth pulling up. “No, love. I don’t think it’s ever been quite like that at all.”

Before she could find a reason to brat out on me or answer back, I tied off the condom, discarded it in the room trash, grabbed the covers that had slid sideways at some point, threw them over us and hauled her back into my arms.

Neither of us were leaving her bed before midday tomorrow, regardless of the date. That was my Christmas promise to her.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

LINDY

I woke in a tangle of limbs and warmth and had never felt safer in my life. Covin’s heart beat steady and slow beneath my cheek. His fingers flexed against my back in a gentle rhythm that told me he was awake, if only dozing. The fire crackled merrily in the little firebox in my room.

“Did you get up and reset that?” I asked, playing with the fine smattering of hair on his chest. I hadn’t had time to explore him the night before in the flickering firelight but now the pale morning lit the room in a reflection of snow from outside and warmth in here, I had all the time in the world to learn everything I could about him. “Merry Christmas, by the way.” I yawned into his chest and plopped my head back down where it had been a moment before.

“Merry Christmas, love.” He pulled me up his body to kiss me soundly. “And no, I think we had a ghostly visitation who thankfully didn’t set the place alight while we slept.” He looked about the room, but nothing rattled.

“Merry Christmas, Al,” I called.

Silence met my call apart from the crackling logs in the firebox, and those didn’t count.

“I think he took me seriously when I told him not to interrupt us,” Covin murmured. His fingertips trailed along my spine in a leisurely movement that left me giggling and overly sensitive. Then I was on my back, breathless with Covin nudging my legs apart. “And I intend to use all the time I have with you.”

He reached down the side of the bed with his long arms, searching his clothing.

I stopped him. “I’m on the shot. And I haven’t had a partner for nearly a year. I got tested after we broke up and I’m clean, Covin.”

He stilled. “I haven’t been with anyone since Sarah.” His voice thickened on her name.

Fuck. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

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