Page 11 of All I Want For Christmas

His hands skimmed from her shoulders to her hips where he squeezed, groaning as she stroked her tongue along his. He started gathering the skirt of her dress in his hands, inching it up her thighs and she rocked side to side helping him get it up over her hips. Then his hands were on her ass, red silk panties the only thing between his hot palms and her bare skin. He ran his hands back and forth over the fabric covering her butt cheeks.

“God, I’ve missed feeling silky panties and hot skin,” he told her gruffly.

Phone sex and Skype-sex were one thing. It kept them connected and gave them both some of the release they just flat-out needed sometimes. But there was lots of time alone with hands and vibrators andnothingquite hit the right spots or did what good old skin-on-skin, man-woman, husband-wife sex did.

“I’ve missed you feeling it too,” she told him, dropping the Santa thing. She just needed Matt. Pure and simple.

“I’m taking this pair of panties with me,” he said, hooking his thumbs just above the little bows on both sides and pulling.

She laughed as she wiggled, helping him get them down. “You’ve got four pairs of my panties in with your stuff. The guys are going to start wondering about you.”

He gave her a slow grin. “The guys all know exactly what’s up with the panties. It’s all become a badge of honor. Who’s got the most and which are sexiest.” He got her panties past her heels and put them to his nose, breathing deep.

Her entire body tingled watching that. “What keeps guys from just ordering some online?” She reached behind her to catch the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down as Matt shrugged out of the red leather coat.

“It’s the honor system,” he said, stripping his shirt off.

For a second Lindsey just paused and drank him in.

He’d been working hard lately, doing a lot of drills and training exercises. He couldn’t tell her why or what they were preparing for exactly and she didn’t ask. Her imagination got the best of her at times without knowing details. But she’d known he was tired and sore from some of it. Now she could see the effects. His abs were hard and more defined than she could remember seeing them. His shoulders looked broader and his biceps seemed huge. She was grateful he was in such great shape. That made him safer for the things he faced when he was away from her. The more prepared he was physically, the better he could do his job. Which was to protect, well, everyone, frankly. She didn’t think it was too much of an exaggeration to consider her husband a hero and, well, a badass. He was skilled with various weapons, including guns and knives, but he was also lethal with his hands. Yeah, he was badass.

And she was a sucker for a hard body on a guy who could—and would—protect her from anything.

She’d always found him attractive, of course. Their chemistry had been instantaneous it seemed, and it hadn’t faded a bit. Of course, absence did make the heart grow fonder—and hornier. But he’d gotten harder and leaner and developed a few lines on his face over the years. Not to mention the maturity and the look in his eyes that said he’d seen a lot of not very nice things but that he knew who he was and why he was where he was. His confidence and determination were sexy. Period.

As were his abs.

She reached for him, hooking a finger in the front of his jeans, pulling him closer and running her hand up over those abs. “I know you’ve been working hard,” she told him, dragging her eyes up over his abs to his chest and then up to his face. “But damn, I’m appreciating it very much right now.”

He half chuckled, half groaned and tangled one hand in her hair at the back of her head. “Need you, Linds.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He reached for the hooks on her bra while she reached for the zipper on the front of his jeans. He filled his hands with her breasts a moment later. Her nipples hardened as he flicked his thumbs over them and she felt the sparks between her legs. She wiggled.

“Yes, more, First Sergeant,” she encouraged.

His chuckle cut off on a groan as she slipped her hand inside his pants. He was already rock hard, huge, and hot. She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. His breath hissed out between his teeth. “Christ, Lindsey.”

“I’ve missed you so damned much,” she told him, pulling him down for another kiss.

She ran her hand up and down the length of his cock and he tugged and rolled her nipples. She was hot and ready for him within seconds. She started to push his pants down, wantingthem around his kneesnow, but Matt caught her hands. “Whoa there.”

She blinked up at him. “Whoa?”

Lindsey was ninety-nine percent sure Matt had never stopped her, or even slowed her down, when her hand had been down his pants.

“You asked Santa for something.”

She tipped her head. “We were joking around, right?”

“Were we?”

Next thing she knew, he was kneeling in front of her and spreading her knees. Whoa indeed. “Um…”

“You might want to just settle back there, Mrs. LaSalle. I’ve got some Christmas wish granting to do.”

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