Page 34 of Three Promises Before Christmas
“Yes.”
“I need to be inside you.Now.”
His lips found hers again, urgent and desperate. She didn’t protest when he shrugged out of his breeches. When his hands explored her body. When he slowly eased into her.
“You’re bloodyperfect.”
He thrust into her, slow and steady.
“Mason . . . I need . . .” She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper, faster.
“I know, love. Hold onto me. Don’t let go.”
For he sure as hell would never. He buried his length inside her over and over again, losing himself in the pleasure of her warmth. Her soft sighs. The frantic beat of his own heart. Outside, winter left its frosty breath to nip at the world. Inside the room—a separate world—heat inflamed two bodies. They were tangled up in each other. Connected. And it would remain so for the rest of their lives.
