Page 168 of A Merry Mountain Christmas

“I want you, Mary,” I grunt as I pull away, looking into her eyes. “But you need to tell me what you want.”

“I want it all,” she moans. “I want you to give me everything.”

Jesus.My vision becomes hazy as my cock turns rock hard. I want togivehereverything.

I scoop her into my arms and carry her into her bedroom. The lamp on her bedside table is on, illuminating the space. Still holding her in my arms, I kiss her gently, showing her how much I cherish her and this moment.

Her arms are around my neck, and they tighten slightly as she takes over the kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth, becoming bold in its exploration.

A jolt of need hits me, and I groan into her mouth.

“I’m trying to be gentle, Mary,” I say when she pulls away, “but you’re making it so goddamn hard.”

“I don’t want gentle,” she says, her face flushing. “I’ve had gentle and safe my entire life. I want more.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

JACE

I drop one knee to the bed and lay Mary on the mattress, her head on the pillows. Then I straddle her hips, keeping most of my weight on my knees, and gather her wrists in one hand and pin them over her head. “I want to ravage you. I want to taste every part of you and then come inside you while you scream my name. Is that what you want?”

She gasps, obviously shocked by the coarseness of my statement, but instead of pulling away, her eyes hood with lust. “Yes.Please.”

It’s all I can do not to strip her naked and plunge my cock deep inside her right this moment, but I suspect Glenn the Prick barely knew how to make her come, and I’m determined to have her writhing in those sheets many times before we’re done.

Still loosely holding her wrists, I lean down and kiss her gently, then nip at her bottom lip.

She draws in a sharp breath.

I lift my head and look down at her. “You like that?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I release her hands, then sit upright. Her whimper of protest cuts off when I grab the bottom of her T-shirt. Sliding my handsbehind her back, I lift her to a sitting position, putting us face-to-face, then pull her shirt over her head and toss it to the floor.

When my gaze drops to her plain beige bra, she reaches her hands up to cover her chest. “I don’t—”

“I don’t care what you’re wearing, Mary, because it’s not going to be on for longer than a few seconds anyway.” I reach behind her back and unhook her bra, then slide it down her shoulders and arms and toss it onto the floor with her shirt. I nudge her back onto the bed and hold her arms down when she tries to reach up and cover her chest.

“Oh, no,” I say with a tight laugh. “There’s no way you’re hiding those beautiful breasts.”

Her breath is coming in fast pants again as she looks up at me in anticipation.

“Is there something you want me to do, Mary?”

“I…I…”

She’s nowhere near ready to tell me what she wants. Maybe I can help get her there, but not tonight. Tonight is about showing her what I suspect she’s been missing her whole adult life.

I release her hands and cup her breasts, brushing my thumbs over her nipples, savoring the way she shivers.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Mary O’Shea, and you havegorgeousbreasts.” I lean forward and capture a nipple in my mouth, teasing her with my tongue and teeth before moving to the other.

Her back arches, and she moans with abandon. If I’ve ever been this hard before, I don’t know when.

“Do you want more, Mary?” I ask, looking up at her face.

“Yes,” she pants.

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