Page 13 of All I Want For Christmas

Her pelvic muscles clenched. He was being dirty and inappropriate and…she loved it. “Well, you said the present was reallybig.”

“I did. And it’s only fair to give you a chance to earn a few more points for the good list, right?”

“That’s really generous of you,” she agreed, wiggling on the table as she grew hotter, even after just having an orgasm.

“I’m a hell of a guy,” he said with a nod.

He leaned back and rolled the condom on. She watched, licking her lips slowly.

“Yeah, I should make you do that,” he said gruffly.

“I will. I’ll do a reallygoodjob.”

He reached up and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Yeah. You would. But later.”

“This is more than a one-time thing?” she asked, feigning innocence with big wide eyes.

“Oh, to get you off the naughty list and onto the nice list? Yeah, it’s going to take a while.”

“Anything you want.”

In spite of the fact they were playing, his eyes darkened with desire. “Brace yourself. Here comes Santa Claus.”

She laughed, but quickly gasped as he pressed forward, sliding into her, stretching and filling her.

“Yes, Matt,” she moaned.

“Damn.” He was clearly gritting his teeth. He paused, seeming to catch his breath for a moment.

Lindsey swiveled her hips. “More.”

“Just…give me one second.”

She gripped his forearm and squeezed. He looked up at her. “I’m taking you home with me tonight, First Sergeant,” she said. “I’m yours all night long, however you want me. So right now, fast and hard is just fine.” She moved her hips again and clenched her inner muscles around him.

He blew out a breath. Then gripped her hips, and thrust hard. Again and again. Deep, hard, and yes, fast.

Their eyes locked and Lindsey felt her climax building. She concentrated on the stretch, the fullness, the heat, the friction. Everything she didn’t usually have. And it was so, so good. Shearched her back and let it all unwind. The pleasure crashed through her and Matt was right behind her, pumping fast, and letting out a sharp, “Yes!” as he came.

They couldn’t take long to recover. There was, after all, a bunch of people waiting for them. But Matt pulled her up to sitting and wrapped his arms around her. She put her cheek against his chest and breathed him in. She absorbed his scent, the feel of his hot, bare skin against her, the pounding of his heart, the feel of his arms around her.

Suddenly it all hit her at once and she felt her eyes burning and her throat clogging. She pulled back and stared up at him, breathing hard for a second.

And then she burst into tears.

He grinned down at her. “Took you long enough.”

She always cried when he came home and she first saw him. She cried lots of other times too, of course. But the tears when she first saw him were the strangest ones. It was like her relief and happiness and love was just too much to hold in and it all came out in tears.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Matt said softly against the top of her head, stroking her hair.

She just held him for several long minutes, letting it all out. The more she got out now, the more composed she’d be later when the boys saw him.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” she said against his chest.

He’d never surprised her before. She always knew when he was coming home. Well, at least as close as he could tell her. Things were never final until he set foot inside their house. But she always had a ballpark.

“Admit it, this was kind of fun,” he said, clearly amused. “And Logan got a huge kick out of helping me. I like that guy.”

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