Page 12 of Holiday Hijinks

“Don’t be sorry,” she said, reassuring him as her hands raked through his short hair. “Last night was amazing.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” he asked with a knowing smile. “I guess I’ll have to find other things to do rather than sinking into your gorgeous pussy right now.”

Her breath caught, and he nuzzled against her, lightly kissing the tender skin beneath her ear. Ashleigh arched into him, desire winding its way through her. “And what’d you have in mind?” she asked, trailing her hands down his muscled chest. He tensed beneath her touch, no doubt trying to restrain himself. She could feel his rock-solid muscles beneath his masculine flesh, his body honed from years of training and time on the battlefield. Slate was practically a work of art.

“I’ll feast on you instead,” he murmured, his voice strained as he kissed his way down to her breasts, his biceps bunching with the movement. Ashleigh was already growing hotter as he put his mouth on her, Slate kissing his way around one areola before sucking a nipple into his mouth. The stubble from his jaw raked over her sensitive skin, and she shivered. Slate was all male. Big. Broad. Commanding and raw.

He teased and laved her peaked bud, Ashleigh letting out a tiny mewl of pleasure.

“Slate,” she breathed, feeling his erection jump against her leg.

“This is about you,” he growled.

He lightly bit one nipple, soothing the sting a beat later with a swipe of his tongue. She was already panting and breathless when Slate turned his attention to her other breast. Her folds grew slick with arousal, and Ashleigh whimpered, lightly bucking her hips. Slate smiled against her breast, knowing all too well the effect he had on her, before kissing his way down her stomach. Shooting her a knowing look, Slate licked his lips before burying his head between her thighs. Ashleigh gasped as Slate began to devour her. Licking. Teasing. Not letting up until she was climbing higher and higher and crying out his name in the quiet cabin, her legs spread wide and her body at his complete mercy.

He looked up from between her thighs as she clutched onto the sheets, a smug smile on his face. Ashleigh was flushed and gasping, trying to catch her breath, and Slate looked practically victorious. “Wanted to do that last year,” he admitted.

“The motel room,” she reminded him, sucking in another breath. “You did do that last year.”

He kissed her inner thigh. Soft. Gentle. A sharp contrast to the way he’d just enthusiastically pleasured her. His gaze slanted back to her, his eyes burning with heat. “Nope. I wanted to do it after I undressed you in front of the fire. If the circumstances had been different, I’d have kissed and tasted you everywhere, then made love to you all night.”

“We’d just met,” she protested, warmth flooding through her.

Slate’s gaze briefly dropped to her pussy, still only inches away from his mouth, before he met her eyes once more. “Yep,” he agreed. “We had just met, but I was already smitten.”

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After showering together, leisurely and slow, they got dressed in the master bedroom. Ashleigh’s pink suitcase was atop the dresser, and she rummaged through it, watching Slate’s lips quirk as she pulled out her lacy bra and panties. He loved seeing Ashleigh in her feminine things, the two of them polar opposites in many ways. Ashleigh’s belongings were pretty, a mix of colors and fabrics. Slate was efficient, his clothing practical and utilitarian, neatly organized like the rest of his life.

She’d never expected to fall in love with a man like him, always imagining she’d end up with someone in a regular nine-to-five job. Ironic given that her own career was ever-changing, with her writing schedule set entirely by her. Slate worked long hours during operations, spending more time on base than home. He was demanding of the teams he commanded, expecting the best from his men and accepting no less. While he was orderly in the rest of his life, gruff and intense, he was also sweeter than she’d ever have imagined him to be when they’d first met.

Slate tugged on his boxer briefs, adjusting himself. While they hadn’t made love yet again this morning, she’d given him a quick hand job in the shower, loving the way she could make her strong, alpha male lose complete control. He’d wrapped her in a towel after their steamy shower, but after drying off himself, he’d strut into the bedroom completely naked, his entire muscled body on display.

He pulled on a pair of jeans next, shooting her a look as she stood there watching him. “Need some help deciding what to wear?” he teased, noticing she’d stopped looking through her suitcase to watch him instead.

Ashleigh smiled, warmth flooding through her. “Nope. Just enjoying the show.”

Slate smirked and stalked toward her, gently unwrapping the towel that was loosely fastened at her breasts. “Ummm,” he murmured as the damp fabric fell to the floor. “I feel like I’m unwrapping my Christmas present.”

She playfully swatted him away, grabbing her clothes. “Slate. We’ll never eat breakfast at this rate.”

“Sorry,” he said, not looking apologetic in the least.

Slate palmed a pair of her panties and helped her into them as Ashleigh flushed, her bare breasts bouncing with her movement. “Shame to cover this all,” he joked as she slid on her bra.

Ashleigh shot him a withering look, and he chuckled. She pulled on leggings and another soft sweater, watching as Slate turned to grab a shirt from his duffle bag. Her man was neat and efficient, no doubt. While she was organized in general, the room currently looked like her suitcase had exploded in it as she’d dug through to find what she wanted to wear.

Slate took her hand and guided her down the hall, and Ashleigh’s gaze fell on the blankets on the floor by the fireplace. “Wait, you left everything scattered on the floor?” she joked. “That’s not like you.”

“Like I’d leave you naked and alone in bed,” he replied, his voice gruff.

She giggled, and Slate tugged her the rest of the way to the kitchen. “I’ll clean it up later—or take you back to the living room and ravish you again.”

She licked her lips, flashing him a look. They might’ve lived together for a year, but this almost felt like a honeymoon of sorts. Ironic given they weren’t even married yet. But returningto the spot where she and Slate first met? There was something romantic as hell about it, especially knowing he’d arranged for the decorations and presents.

“This is late for you to be having breakfast,” Ashleigh commented as he crossed the kitchen to start the coffee.

“It is, but it was totally worth it,” Slate said as he glanced back over his shoulder, a gleam in his green eyes. “It’s not my choice to leave you in bed and get to base at the crack of dawn back home. We’re on vacation, right? I might as well enjoy the benefits.”

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