It took a moment for Allegra to recall anything but how badly she craved the lush, heavy feel of him inside her. “Because it’s Christmas Day and we promised to spend it with our friends.”
“We never shoulda made such a promise,” he growled. “And they shouldnae’ve asked.”
Palming the back of her thigh, he lifted her leg high over his hip. Then he thrust upward, sliding smoothly into her wet, welcoming heat. Allegra moaned her pleasure, arching her spine and rolling her hips to take in more of him.
Sliding her hands into his hair, she curled her fingers into the fiery locks. “I suppose we can be a bit late.”
She took his heavy rumbling groan to be one of full agreement as he rolled to his back, pulling her atop him. His hands clasped firmly to her hips. “It’ll be more than a bit, wife.”
She grinned. “Kiss me, Macrae.”
And he did. Again and again and again.