Page 64 of If You Give a Grump a Christmas Tree Farm
“You know, every time I have thoughts about you—”
“Thoughts?”
“Desires. Every time I feel those things, I make a list in my head of all the reasons this could never work. You’re my brother-in-law. Your home is in another state. You’re a biker—"
“I’m still all those things, Becca.”
“And I want you anyway. Could we put all that aside? Just for tonight? I need you, JJ. I need to feel desired by a man. I need to be held. I need to be more than held. I need your hands on my body.”
She barely finishes her words before I heft her into my arms and her legs go around my waist. My mouth comes down on hers. I carry her to her bed and follow her to the mattress, sinking between her thighs.
“Don’t you ever be ashamed, sweetheart.” I kiss her again. “We’ve got tonight, and if tomorrow you want to pretend this never happened, I’ll give you that. At the least, I’ll try. But it won’t be easy. I know once I have you, you’re not going to be easy to forget or let go. But if you want me to, I will.”
“JJ?”
“Yeah, Becca?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I grin and do as she orders. “Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Rebecca—
JJ’s weight on top of me and the way he’s pinning me to the mattress with his muscled body sends delicious fire skittering along my body.
Rising on his elbows, he brushes a lock of hair off my face. “You’ve got beautiful hair, Becca.” He leans and inhales its scent, then before I know what he’s about to do, he rolls to his back and pulls me on top until I’m straddling his body.
He tugs on the fabric of my nightgown. “Take this off.”
I stare at him for a moment, second thoughts filling my head. I’m about to cross a line—ahugeline—and self-doubt floods me. Is this wrong?
“Not too late to change your mind, Becca. We can stop if you want.”
JJ’s words push all those worries from my mind and settle the decision for me. I don’t want to stop.
I pull my nightgown over my head.
His heated gaze drops to my bare breasts.
“Gorgeous.” His hands cup them, his thumbs thrumming my nipples until I can’t help but let my head fall back, and my eyes slide closed.
He sits up, locking his arms around me, and takes first one erect nipple into his mouth, and then the other. He licks and sucks until my whole body is flush with heat and arousal, wanting more.
When I rock against him ever so slightly, he drops to the bed. I open my eyes, letting him see the hunger in mine. My chest rises and falls with my breathing.
His palms stroke up my thighs to the apex and push my panties aside. He runs his thumbs along my pouty wet lips. His eyes flare at my arousal, and he spreads me open, seeking and finding my clit. He brushes lightly against it, and I jerk in reaction at that first touch. No one but David has ever touched me there. I close my eyes and push all thoughts of my dead husband from my mind. This is JJ, and thoughts of him are all I want in my head.
“Easy, girl. I’ll be gentle if that’s what you want.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, not sure if gentle is how I want it.
“You good?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
He keeps up his light strokes. “Last thing I want to do is send you running, but you’ve been through a lot losing my brother and, if I’m guessing correctly, I’m the first since he’s been gone. Am I right?”
