Page 10 of Holiday Hijinks

“You’re sure?” she questioned.

Slate’s eyes heated as his gaze raked over her. “I’m damn sure. I wouldn’t let anyone else see what’s mine.” Her lips parted in surprise, but he turned again and picked up the first gift, handing it to her to open.

Ashleigh held the elaborately wrapped gift, and he watched her cheeks turn pink as she unwrapped it and pulled out a white lacy negligee. “I thought we could practice for our wedding night,” he teased, watching her fingers trail over the material. Slate was a simple man, but the idea of his fiancée in white lace was a total turn-on. He didn’t usually pick out presents like this, although he did like to surprise her with flowers or those coffee drinks she loved. But when his sister-in-law had insisted he buy Ashleighsomething romantic and sexy before the surprise wedding, he hadn’t hated the idea. Judging from Ashleigh’s reaction, she seemed to enjoy it as well.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

“Let me help you put it on,” he said, his voice gravel.

“I thought you were supposed to help me undress,” she said, flashing him a look.

His voice was low. Husky. “I plan to enjoy doing both.”

The skimpy little negligee was made of silk, with white lace that would cover her breasts and pussy. It was far from modest, but it was for his eyes only. For their enjoyment together. He’d already spent countless hours exploring her thoroughly over the past year, but Slate’s blood heated at the thought of how Ashleigh would look in this, her sexy curves hugged to perfection by the delicate material.

“I should buy you sexy lingerie more often,” he said, noticing the flush on her cheeks and excitement in her eyes.

Slate brushed back some of her long, blonde hair before ducking for a searing kiss. She tasted of the wine she’d enjoyed with dinner and something else sweet and feminine. Her lips parted as he lightly teased her with his tongue, and then he was pushing inside, sliding his tongue against hers as he devoured her. Ashleigh clung to his flannel shirt, whimpering and pressing even closer.

Slate’s hands raked down her sides until he was fisting the bottom of her soft sweater, desperate to have all of her. He lifted the soft garment up and off her, revealing Ashleigh’s gorgeous breasts encased in a satiny bra. Everything she wore turned him on, but the idea of his fiancée in nothing but the skimpy lace negligee had him already growing hard again. He fumbled withthe button on her jeans, remembering when he’d first undressed her a year ago. She’d been soaking wet after slipping and falling outside but still had been the most beautiful damn thing he’d ever seen.

Ashleigh looked up at him through her lashes before he helped her out of the denim, her mind clearly on the same thing. “Another roaring fire. Another night alone. Except this time, I get to have all of you,” he murmured.

Slate reached around and unhooked her bra with a flick of his wrist, Ashleigh’s pretty breasts spilling free. His woman was gorgeous. Sexy and curvy and completely his. Her breasts swayed as she moved, heavy and full, with perfect pink nipples that were begging for his touch. His mouth. Her panties were next to go, Slate sliding them down her silky legs as he knelt before her once more, his heart thundering. Her pussy was completely bare, and he knew she’d gotten waxed for him. For them. He loved to feast on her, licking and laving each swollen fold, and she always enjoyed his attentiveness, her cries of pleasure filling their bedroom.

She glanced down at him now, her expression slightly vulnerable as she stood completely nude before him. Slate might be crouched down in front of Ashleigh, but he was fully dressed, practically ready to pounce. Slate was the one in complete control, and they both knew it. He gripped her hips, leaning in to kiss the slight curve of her belly. To inhale her scent and warmth.

She gasped, her hands landing on his head, and he forced himself to pull back. To draw the evening out.

Slate’s heated gaze raked over her. Ashleigh looked like a goddess, the firelight dancing over her smooth skin, her blonde hair silky and tousled. He could see the curved underside of her breasts, soft and plump, and her peaked nipples. He palmedthe sexy bodysuit—or teddy, as the description had said—the delicate material looking almost comical against his muscled hand. He held the lingerie up for her, Ashleigh’s feet sliding through the leg holes as he helped her into it. He dragged it up her slender legs, his pulse pounding and cock rock hard. Slate could smell her arousal, Ashleigh’s waxed pussy right in front of him. Before he slid the lacy confection further up her creamy thighs, he kissed her bare lips while she squirmed, his big hands palming her bottom as he held her in place. Ash was soft. Sweet. And so fucking delicious, it was all he could do not to immediately devour her.

“You’re so goddamn pretty,” he growled, unable to resist kissing her bare sex again. She was already trembling with need, and he couldn’t deny her anything.

Slate groaned as he pulled the negligee the rest of the way up her delectable form, eager to see her in it. The end result was even better than he’d imagined. Her pussy was covered in lace, her full breasts pressing against the top portion, displayed to perfection. He could see her pink nipples through the white lace, so pretty and feminine.

Ashleigh gasped, looking down at herself in surprise. The lingerie he’d picked out was sexy but also perfectly hugged her curves, making her look ravishing. A slow smile played about his lips. Usually he was removing her clothing, not putting something on her, but it was sexy and arousing to dress her in lingerie they’d both enjoy. He could almost imagine taking off her gown on their wedding night, discovering what she’d worn beneath. He had no idea what it would look like but knew she’d be achingly beautiful in anything, and his sister-in-law had assured him she’d taken care of the dress and all the necessary accoutrements.

Slate stepped back to admire Ashleigh. The warm light from the fire and twinkling lights on the Christmas tree gave her a glowing, almost ethereal look. Every single bit of her looked absolutely delectable, and Slate’s cock thickened.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice gravel as his eyes raked over every single inch of her. “Sexy and stunning and all fucking mine.” Her hands fluttered nervously, her eyes wide, and then he was moving, not wanting her to doubt for a second how much he desired her. Slate’s hands tangled in her hair, and he kissed her hard, claiming what was his. Ashleigh whimpered as he took complete control of their kiss, clinging to him desperately.

Slate’s hands roamed everywhere, caressing her tempting curves, squeezing her breasts, and sliding to the tender spot between her thighs.

“Slate,” she pleaded, practically writhing in his arms.

He didn’t make her wait. In the next moment, Slate was lowering Ashleigh to the plush sofa as his cock pressed almost painfully against the confines of his boxers. This moment was about her though. Her needs. Her pleasure.

Slate took her lips, slow and sweet, his big body covering her own. She was small and delicate beneath him, but it was Slate that was at her complete mercy. Ashleigh had a hold on him no other woman ever could. Lust roared through him as he tried to take things slowly, pinning her beneath him, but he wanted all of her. Now.

Slate pushed up, his biceps bunching with the movement, and then he was kissing his way down her body, sucking on her pink nipples through the lace, squeezing and touching the curves that he loved.

“Oh!” she cried out as he licked a nipple through the delicate material before sucking on it, teasing her with his tongue.Ashleigh’s hips bucked up, and he wanted to roar in approval. She was always sensitive and so responsive to his touch, and he thrilled at making her cry out in ecstasy.

Slate moved to her other breast, teasing her nipple the same way through the pretty lingerie. The lace covering her turgid bud no doubt added a new sensation as he laved at her with his tongue. Her chest was rising and falling, her breasts swollen, and nipples peaked. As he slanted his dark gaze upward, he saw her face was flushed and lips parted. She was so fucking beautiful it practically hurt. He’d wanted to do this a year ago when she’d been naked and pressed against him in front of the fire. A torrent of thoughts slammed through his mind—meeting her, desiring her, taking her to his home in San Diego and making her completely his.

It felt like he’d waited an entire lifetime for this woman, and Slate knew he’d never get enough of her.

He cupped one breast, squeezing gently, and then trailed his fingers down her form, enjoying the way she trembled beneath him. Slate’s hand slid to her pussy, and he fingered her plump lips through the material. “You’re soaked, Ash. So wet and ready for me.”

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