Page 57 of Welcome Home for Christmas
Chapter 14
Troy was nervous as Allison stepped inside and looked around his home. She didn’t say anything at first, and that made his insides twist. He didn’t need anyone’s approval, but he sure as heck wanted hers.
His gaze moved around the room, seeing it through her eyes. The vinyl flooring of the kitchen was torn in several places. The walls were scuffed, not all of them painted yet. There were no floorboards or crown molding, but that was on his list of to-dos.
“This place is pretty terrific,” she said, turning to him.
“You think?”
“Of course I do. It needs a woman’s touch but otherwise, it’s perfect.”
He couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around her. “About that.”
She tipped her head back to look at him. “What?”
“A woman’s touch. I haven’t really been looking for anything serious. And I’m still not.” What was he even trying to say? “I like spending time with you, though, Allison. And it’s kind of silly for things to end after tonight.”
She tilted her head and he began to feel like maybe these were just his thoughts. Maybe she wasn’t enjoying this thing between them as much as he was. And what right did he have to want more? He’d never stuck around in a relationship. He always wound up ending things and breaking the heart of whatever woman he was with. But there was something about Allison that made him wonder if it’d be different with her. “You’re not saying anything,” he pointed out.
“I’m surprised. I wouldn’t think a guy like you would want a woman like me.”
He pulled back, mouth dropped. “What guy in his right mind wouldn’t want to date a gorgeous, funny, sweet, smart woman who has the biggest heart this side of Seaside? Your exes were jerks.” And he might fall in line with them, his conscience warned. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. Perhaps this line of thinking was selfish on his part.
“Maybe that would be nice,” she said as a smile lit up her face.
“So then, uh, you’re kind of agreeing to be my girlfriend?”
She laughed. “Do you want to shake on it?”
“No.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her in. “I think we should kiss on it.”
Her mouth opened for him. She offered a little whimper and clutched him to her. “I think we have time to seal the deal another way, too,” she whispered, pulling her lips from his. Her body pressed against him.
There was absolutely nothing boring about this woman.
He grabbed her ass and squeezed, kissing her again until she was boneless in his arms. Then he led her to his bed and peeled off her clothing, slowly, savoring every reveal of creamy soft skin.
This woman, Allison, was different. She captured his interest and made him want things. Never in his life had he wanted to add a woman’s touch to his “fort.” He wanted her touch, though.
He laid back on the bed first and pulled her to straddle him. Lifting a hand, he caressed one breast and then the other, intrigued and turned on by the way she responded. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and disappeared somewhere inside herself.
“Hey.” He rubbed his hands over her arms, getting her attention.
She opened her eyes. “Hmm?”
“Eyes on me, beautiful.” He traced a finger down her side, watching her shiver under his touch. They shared a smile. “You are perfect,” he told her again, positioning himself under her. Then he lifted her hips and pulled her over him. She moaned, but kept her gaze locked with his. They began to rock rhythmically together as they climbed higher and higher in their arousal.So damn high.
“Fuck,” he cursed, doing his best not to close his own eyes and come. This was too good. He didn’t want it to end. Not ever.
She rode him harder, harder,harderuntil she froze and cried out in pleasure. He let himself go with her.
“That was amazing,” she said, lowering her body next to his when they were done.
He kissed her temple.Don’t screw this up,Matthews. This was a good thing he had going. A very good thing.
“Oh, no!” Allison shot upright in bed. “Time to get things loaded up for Mercy’s Place.”
He yawned. “How am I supposed to play Santa when I’m mentally undressing my Mrs. Claus?”
