Page 88 of The Mistletoe Kisser
She shivered.
He was afraid to touch her too much. The want welling up inside him threatened to take over everything. He felt alive. Out of control. Scared shitless.
As if sensing that, Sammy brought his hand to her breast and closed his fingers over it. And then he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to.
She was soft and smooth and small. He couldn’t understand how she was here, available to him. How he was the lucky guy who got to taste her and touch her tonight.
He replaced his hand with his mouth and teased her pink nipple until it stiffened against his tongue.
“I need you, Ryan,” she whimpered, bucking against him. “Please.”
He shoved his hand into her festive underwear and finally found her.
Sheneededhim. Her words repeated in his head, echoed in his chest where knots he hadn’t known he had untied themselves.
“Say it again,” he demanded, spearing two fingers into her tight, wet channel.
Sammy’s moan was music to his fucking ears.
“I need you.” It was a gasp. A plea. And it was more than enough for him. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of her, then thrust them back in. Rhythmically. Tauntingly. She was so fucking wet. So fucking ready for him. And had he followed the rules, stuck to the plan, he would have missed out on this.
The thought of that had him diving into another kiss, harder than he’d intended. Her fingers dug into his neck and shoulders.
“Open your legs for me, Sam,” he growled, slowly withdrawing his fingers one last time.
She obeyed, dropping her knees open as he fumbled for the condom and rolled it on.
Finally, he settled himself between her legs.
His heart was racing. Her breath was coming in short pants. “If that sheriff shows up right now, I’m not going to be able to stop,” Ryan warned her.
Her laugh was soft and breathy. Until the head of his cock pushed insistently, desperately at her entrance. “Please. I need you now.” She bucked against him.
It was everything he needed. Right here in this ridiculous town. In this room. In this incredible, infuriating, inexplicable woman.
His name escaped her throat as he gripped her hips and drove home in one swift, sweet thrust.
It was otherworldly. Being buried inside her as her muscles clenched then slowly relaxed around his cock to accommodate his size only to tighten again. Joined. Melded. Partners in this adventure.
“I know we just started,” she whispered in a rush. “But I’m definitely going to die from this.”
“Not before you come,” he growled. She was so damn tight he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hang on.
“What about you?” she breathed.
His cock flexed inside her in response and she moaned. “I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” he promised.
He eased out of her, loving the decadent drag of her walls against him, before pushing back in. “Fuck.”
It was too much and still not enough. Her broken cry said the same.
“You drive me insane,” he murmured, dipping his head to lap at her nipple.
She gripped his hair and bucked her hips to meet his thrust. “Back at ya.”
He couldn’t help himself. He pulled out and drove back in harder, faster. Finesse be damned. Meticulous quest to discover exactly what she needed forgotten.
Again. And again he entered her. Her walls opened for him just wide enough to force him up against the edge. Faster. Harder. She was clinging to him, those perfect breasts trembling with every animalistic thrust.
