Kristoff picked up Saoirse, and the rest of them just walked. Rick strolled over, ready to go along with us.

“Rick, why don’t you stay and bring the others?” Kristoff said. “You are the only one that hasn’t had any alcohol. We’ll take the kids, and tuck them all in.”

Rick looked at me, and I just nodded..

“Ok, then,” he said to Kristoff. “We’ll probably see you all tomorrow.”

It took two minutes for all the kids to fall asleep in the back of the car, a total of five minutes to get back home, and another five minutes to put all the kids to bed.

I pulled a light sheet over Sierra knowing she liked to sleep covered, and I turned to leave their room. Kristoff waited for me, leaning against the door frame of the bedroom, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

As I walked over to him, he moved into the hallway. I pulled the door shut behind me. I was so nervous, you’d think I was being walked home after my first date. He put his hand on my lower back, gently nudging me to our rooms. As we walked in silence, my heart thundered so hard. I wanted him so much. I have never wanted a man as much as I wanted him but part of me was scared.

He told me almost everything I wanted to hear sowhywas my internal debate ongoing. I needed his trust too! We got to our rooms in less than a minute, and they were only a few feet apart. We both stopped at the same time, and I turned to face him.

“Good night, Kristoff,” I muttered quietly and glanced up at his handsome face.

“Gemma.” His voice was warm and deep. I was unable to move or look away from his face. “I trust you, fully and wholeheartedly. I knew there were things from your past you were holding back. Now, I can understand why. Please give us another chance.”

Those hooded green eyes were hungry for me, and my body was so attuned to him, wanting him. His big hand gently took the nape of my neck, while his other was on my back, gently pulling me closer. He bent his head down, his lips slowly reaching for mine.

My hands were on his chest, feeling his strong muscles, and his strong beating heart under my fingertips. My body decided on its own. I closed the distance between us and kissed him gently… hesitantly. As if that was all the permission he was looking for, his hand around my back pulled me even closer, my body flush against him. My heart pounded hard, desire overwhelming me. His head came down and his soft lips touched mine. My eyelids fluttered shut, enjoying all the sensations brought by his body so close to mine. His tongue brushed against my lower lip, and I eagerly opened to let him in.

“I need you, Gemma,” he whispered against my lips. My arms went around his neck, and I pressed my lips against his. His touch felt like heaven and his scent was familiar.

“Ahhh… yes,” a moan escaped my lips. I was at the point of no return. I did not want to open my eyes and get back to my senses. I was now determined to enjoy every minute of this.

His control snapped, and he lifted me by grabbing my butt. I wrapped my legs around him. His kiss was hard, his tongue exploring my mouth, teasing. His mouth moved to my neck.

In a haze, I registered that he was walking and heard the door shut. He laid me gently on the bed, spread my legs, and his hands were climbing along my legs and up my thighs.

He pushed my dress up, pulling it over my head, leaving me only in my bra and panties. My fingers reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning it with shaky fingers. My body was on fire, enjoying his hot touch all over my skin. It felt like he was branding my skin everywhere his fingers caressed, making me his all over again. His mouth was again on mine, while his fingers moved over my swollen sex. I knew he could feel how wet I was while his fingers were on my panties.

His lips left mine, moved down my neck to my breasts, and continued over to my stomach that was no longer flat. He kissed my slightly rounded belly, and a fleeting thought crossed my mind, wondering if he minded my baby bump.

His fingers on my clit rubbed and teased, and the thought vanished just as quickly as it came. I felt his hot lips on the inside of my thigh. His tongue licked to my panty line, and I moaned softly. His fingers went under my panties, exposing me to his touch.

“Oh,” I sighed. He removed my panties, and his hands moved my legs further apart. His mouth, hot and wet, covered my most sensitive part. His tongue flicked my clit in lazy circles, his fingers parting me and dipping in. I was holding on for dear life. He sucked on my nub, and I found myself arching into his mouth, wanting more of him, his tongue working me harder, faster. My panting increased, low moans breaking silence.

“Kristoff,” I whispered, licking my lips. As if he understood, he increased his suction. The pressure in my body increased, and was so intense, like never before. I knew I was close. My body exploded into an orgasm, and I shook against him, consumed in extreme pleasure.

His belt jingled as he got rid of his pants. My heart started to thump wildly in its cage. I wanted him inside me. I knew this wasn’t a smart move but I didn’t care. I needed him. I was sensitive everywhere. I opened my eyes, looking at him through heavy lids. His gaze on me, he leaned and kissed me on the lips, I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Yes?” he asked in his oh so sexy raspy voice.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers in his hair. “Yes,” I answered in a husky whisper.

His tip touched my wetness and slowly slid inside, parting me, nibbling at my neck, my earlobe. His hands held my hips possessively, not allowing me to move. His thighs pushed into me.

“Kristoff,” I whispered. “I… need… more.”

“Tell me.” His voice was soft in my ear.

“Fuck me, Kristoff.”

As if the last thread of his control snapped, he pushed his cock hard all the way into me, stretching me. He filled me completely, and a sigh escaped my lips.

Feeling my need, he sped up, matching both of our urgent demands. He pulled out almost completely before pushing forward again, hard. He pushed faster and harder, again and again, his thrusts powerful and all consuming. He was hammering into me, the bed complaining underneath our bodies. His strength was holding me on the edge, my heat throbbing, needing the release. I was almost there.