Page 39 of Welcome Home for Christmas
She lifted her eyes and looked above the door. “We’re standing under the mistletoe.”
Ah, hell.He lifted his gaze, too. “If I kiss you I might not be able to stop this time,” he warned.
Her eyes widened. She looked away shyly and he fully expected her to tell him to leave.
Looking back up, she surprised him with her response. “No arguing with tradition. Kiss me,” she said, stepping closer.
—
Troy groaned and laughed at the same time. Then his hands moved down to Allison’s hips and he pulled her in. His mouth brushed against hers, sweet at first, but the sweetness fell away to pure desire. He tightened his hold as she opened her mouth and invited him in.
There was no way he was going to be able to walk away now.
Her fingers slid through his hair, arousing every nerve ending in his body. “I’m serious, Allison,” he growled. “I want you. Bad.”
“Then take me.” Her body pressed against his. “I’m a grown woman and I’m consenting. I won’t have any regrets.”
Heat tore through his veins.
“Consenting to what?” He needed to hear her say it. He didn’t like the idea of things getting messy between them, which is exactly what sex did. He wasn’t sure he had the willpower to walk away from her again, though.
“You. Me. Naked. Everything.”
“Say it,” he urged.
“I’m consenting to sex.” She opened her eyes and pulled away to look at him. Her eyes were lit with undeniable desire. “I don’t get physical with guys that I’m not in a relationship with. But technically, kind of, we are in a relationship.” She chewed her lip. “Enough of one for me to find this completely acceptable. Because it’s been a long time.”
“How long?” he asked, so hard for her.
“Eighteen months. Two weeks. One day.”
He lifted his brow. “But who’s counting, right?”
She gave him a little shove toward the bedroom. “I am.”
—
Allison wanted Troy so much that she was shaking. She needed a man to meet her needs, electronics be damned. And not just any man. She needed Troy.
She fell on the bed beneath him and pulled him on top of her, hungry suddenly, starving, for his every touch. She kissed him, whimpering with need. That composure she worked so hard to maintain crumbled in the wake of his hands.
He sat up and took off his shirt, revealing a smooth, muscled chest. She ran her hands along the muscles. Then he pulled her to sit up and removed her shirt and bra, kissing her neck and collarbone as he laid her back again, and drank her in with his eyes.
She reached for the jogging pants he was wearing. “Take these off,” she said, surprising herself.
Troy stood momentarily and did as she asked. He stripped his clothing off until he was naked in front of her. She couldn’t help staring; his body was so beautiful, and big. She pushed out of her pajama pants, too, leaving nothing to separate them except her silk panties. She started to remove those, but he stopped her, climbing back on top. He traced a calloused finger along the lace border and then he tugged them down her thighs, past her calves, and tossed them to the floor below. Climbing back up her body, he paused at the apex of her legs, lowered himself, and dipped his tongue to her most sensitive places.
Allison arched. Her eyes closed and the sensation of Troy’s mouth on her consumed her. All that composure was gone, nowhere in sight, and it might never return. Not with Troy around, at least. His hands squeezed her thighs, pushing them up beyond her hips as he slid his tongue inside her. She was used to a repetitive, very predictable pulse of a man-made machine. Troy was anything but predictable, though, as he sucked her center into his mouth, leaving her breathless and panting, chanting his name over and over without any control of her words, thoughts, actions. And then she arched harder, deeper. His handle on her became firmer as she came in his arms. Pulling her hands to her chest, she willed her heart to slow down. Willed some of her composure to return.
She shuddered again as Troy slowly climbed back up her body, lingering at her breasts before sprinkling kisses over her jaw and up to her ear. “Is your answer still yes?” he asked.
“Mmmm.” She sighed, wrapping a leg around him and holding him prisoner. He wasn’t going anywhere. A thought crossed her mind and her desire stuttered. “Condom. Do you have—?”
“In my wallet.” He pulled away and retrieved a silver wrapper from the pocket of his jogging jacket. She wouldn’t find any wrapped item she liked better under her tree this Christmas.
“Thank God.” She watched as he slipped it on and her body surged with new desire. This was going to happen and she wasn’t even the least bit sorry about it.
“Hey, baby,” he said, pulling her away from her thoughts. “Come back to me.”
