Page 21 of Christmas Creek Cowboy

Calen had always known she was beautiful, but that beauty skyrocketed tonight because it had been a long time since he’d seen her this happy. There were no shadows from the crap year they’d had. No worried looks about, well, anything. This was just Emmy looking way too good not to kiss.

So that’s what he did.

There were snowflakes on her lips, but her mouth wasn’t cold. It was soft and warm, and it felt like a Texas-sized invitation for him to take more. He went with that, too. Deepening the kiss, pulling her even closer to him, and sinking in. He’d already had one hell of an amazing night, but it just kept ongetting better.

He didn’t stop the kiss until oxygen became an issue, and when he eased back so they could take a breath, Emmy was sporting a dreamy smile. And looking at him as if she might give up breathing for another kiss. Calen was rightthere with her.

“It’ll take me about five minutes to get to your house,” he said, hoping that Emmy took his statement for the invitation it was.

She did. Her smile widened, and Emmy grabbed onto the front of his shirt to get him movinginto the truck.

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Finally!

That was the thought running through Emmy’s head as Calen and she kissed their way to her front porch. Calen certainly wasn’t holding back, but she worried that he might come to his senses and reconsider this.

Emmy didn’t want any reconsidering. She only wanted Calen.

Somehow, she managed to fumble around enough to get her key in the lock, and because they were leaning against the door, they practically tumbled inside. Without missing a beat, Calen kicked the door shut and, in the same motion, hauled her against him. All in all, it was an amazing place to be.

The adrenaline high was still going, and that might have played into the quick escalation of their kisses, but Emmy suspected no matter what had gone on and even without the magic of the snow, the heat between them wouldhave exploded.

Because it’d always been there.

The heat was certainly there now, and it was notching up this need she had for him. The notching was happening for Calen too, because it didn’t take long for the touching to start. An awesome next step…Calen slid his hand between them and cupped her right breast.

He swiped his thumb over her nipple, which wasn’t difficult to locate because it was hard with arousal beneath her barely-there bra. Calen’s other hand didn’t stay idle, either. That one dropped to her butt, and with one clever move, he shoved her against him, aligning them in the best possible way.

There was a problem, though, with best possible alignments. The heat rose even more, turning needto desperation.

The battle for clothing removal started, and time seemed to matter. She pulled at his coat, then his jacket, while he went after her own coat and the zipper on her dress. Calen was clearly a lot better at this than she was because he had her down to just her underwear and heels before she’d barely started to undo the buttons on his shirt.

And then he played dirty.

He took those dirty kisses to her throat. To her breasts. Kissing her through the thin lace until the heat rushed through her from head to toe. It gathered in the center of her body, which was where Calen and his clever mouth went next. He tongue-kissed her stomach before going even lower.

Then, lower.

Her panties were apparently less than a millimeter thick because she felt every bit of his mouth. His breath. And yes, his tongue. By the time he’d given her a few of those kisses, Emmy could take no more. She was too close to a climax, and she didn’t want to take that journeywithout Calen.

“You’d better have a condom,” she insisted while she went after his shirt.

Now, it was his turn to fumble around to reach his wallet. Emmy didn’t make that task easy for him. Nope. Turnabout was fair play, so once she had his shirt off, she ran her tongue from his throat, down his bare chest to his abs. Theman was built.

Later, she intended to play around with all those amazing muscles, but for now, she settled for just one more bit of torture by kissing the parts of him that she unzipped. Like her nipples, one part of him was especially easy to locate, and she laughed whenhe cursed her.

Apparently, her attention jacked up his need to desperation as well because he helped her with his jeans. Then his boxers. And it didn’t take long before Emmy had a fully naked Calen to play with.

Calen must have wanted fully naked as well. He went after her bra and panties, shimmying them off her. Now, he used both his mouth and hands to keep touching her, to keep kissing her until that climax was shimmeringall around her.

“Condom,” she repeated, dragging him to the floor.

He yanked one from his wallet, and then everything seemed to move very, very fast. He got it on in a blink, rollingon top of her.

Andthen into her.

Things went from very, very fast to a standstill. He stopped, just stopped, and robbed her of what breath she had with the look he gave her. Not regret. This was the hot, needy demand of a lover. It didn’t last. It was gone in a blink, because the heat was a greedy little sucker that wouldn’t be denied.

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