Page 51 of Wishing for Love

“I’ve had my moments,” she said.

He pulled her into his bedroom and shut the door, then locked it.

His hands framed her face, his mouth dropped to hers. “I’m going to be so pissed off if this is a dream and I wake up tomorrow and it didn’t happen.”

“It’s very much going to happen,” she said, lifting his shirt up and over his head. “And I finally get to touch you the way I want.”

Her hands spread across his chest, feeling the muscles jump under her palms, then she let them fall down to the waist of his jeans.

His mouth slanted across hers and there was a hunger there that hadn’t been before.

She was happy that she was able to pull it out of him.

“Don’t hold it against me if I don’t go as slowly as you might want.”

“No one said anything about slow,” she said. “But we’ve got hours if you want. If the first time is fast, we’ll catch up on another one.”

“We can do that,” he said, lifting her sweater over her head and dropping it to the floor, then reaching for the clasp of her bra and undoing that quickly, pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground.

Her nipples hardened immediately when the cool air and his gaze hit them.

“Are you going to touch them or just look?”

He picked her up and laid her on his bed, his hands reaching for each nipple and running his fingertips over them. It was almost instantaneously that her hips lifted.

“You’re worked up,” he said. “I would have thought you took care of that need yesterday.”

“Not the same thing,” she said. “It’s been a long time since I got to feel this with another person.”

“The same,” he said.

“No more talking for now,” she said.

“Got it,” he said, his hands moving to the button of her jeans, undoing it and yanking them down. “Damn, I was hoping they were the rainbow bikinis from the other night, but these are just as nice.”

“Those are in the hamper,” she said. “These are part of the day’s theme.”

She had little Christmas trees on her underwear. She thought they were cute.

Maybe she could have done something sexier, but she wasn’t positive this was going to happen any time soon. Though she had been hoping.

Before she could comment on anything else, he was yanking her little Christmas trees off and she was naked on the bed.

He bent down and started to kiss under her breast, his tongue drawing the globe of her anatomy, then going to the center and putting her perky pink flesh in his mouth.

She’d never had someone do that before. Almost make her feel treasured while turning her on at the same time.

Her hips were lifting and trying to grind against him. She didn’t care that he was still in his jeans and they were rough against her skin. It was just another sensation to feed the fire in her.

He continued to kiss her breasts and ignored the fact she wanted more.

She was having none of that and pushed his head lower.

He laughed and moved down her body, got between her legs, his fingertips tracing the outline of her and teasing her like she’d never felt before.

“Phoenix. If you plan to torture me, you’re doing a good job.”

“Just want to get you worked up good.”

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