Page 28 of All I Want For Christmas

“You know.”

He shook his head. “I don’t remember exactly. Fucking you until you cry my name was kind of the main focus.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re going to make me say it?”

“Yes.”

She bit her bottom lip and ran her hand down her stomach, spreading the eggnog. “You’re going to make me say that I want you to come right here.” She swirled her finger through the eggnog on her lower belly. “That I want you mixed in with the eggnog, so that I’ll think of you and how you taste and feel every time I even see thewordeggnog?”

His balls tightened and he had to stroke himself to ease some of the ache. “I really do want to hear you say that.”

The corner of her mouth curled. “Do it, Matt. I want that. Mark me.”

Jesus. He blew out a breath. Then ripped the condom off and thrust deep. “I need your sweet, tight, hot, wet pussy first, Linds,” he said roughly. “Take me to the edge. Then I’ll fucking mark you.” He was already on the edge. He was fighting to last more than a few thrusts.

She arched into him, taking him deep, digging her fingers into his back. He lifted her leg, opening her wide and sinking fully into her sweet heat. He wanted to absorb everything about this, about her.

But her body was milking him, dragging his climax from deep in his gut, forcing him to thrust harder and faster and it was only a few minutes before she came again, tightening around him hard, insistent in taking him with her, and he was gritting his teeth and pulling out seconds later. He locked his eyes on hers, the dazed, lustful look on her face sending him over the edge. He came hard, marking her exactly as she’d asked, breathing fast, and still, somehow, incredibly turned on.

“Holy shit, Linds,” he said gruffly.

“Same,” she panted. “Definitely same.”

He collapsed next to her and pulled her in against him.

She took a huge, deep, completely contented breath and snuggled in close.

“This is all going to dry and we’ll be stuck together,” she said, running a hand over his chest and pressing against him in spite of her words.

He put a hand on her butt and kissed her head. “You’re already stuck with me, babe.”

“Forever,” she agreed softly.

They lay together, breathing, cooling off, relishing the feel of having the other in their arms, for several long minutes.

Matt thought maybe she’d dropped off to sleep and was already planning for how to wake her, when she said, “Want to talk about what happened?”

He knew what she meant, but he hesitated.

She laid her hand over his heart and he covered it with his. “Series of bombings and a kidnapping.”

She sucked in a quick little breath and he squeezed her hand.

“Just another day, you know.”

She turned her head and kissed his chest. “Yep, I know.”

“I was supposed to be here for two weeks.”

“It’s okay, Matt.”

He blew out a breath. “I don’t know if it is.” He swallowed, then turned his head to look at her. He needed her to know thatshewas the most important thing in his life. Her and the boys. He needed her to know that he would put her first. “I could retire.”

She didn’t seem surprised by his words. She met his gaze. “Yes, you could.”

“So, maybe we should talk about that.”

“Okay.”

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