Page 109 of Christmas with the Elkin Billionaires

That made him dangerous.

He was a beautiful threat to her independence. What if he turned out to be controlling, like her mother or a jerk like her ex?

It was hard to focus on any of that as Jonas tugged her panties down to her feet and did away with them. He kissed up the inside of her leg, lingering at the side of her knee before he worked his way up her thighs. She was panting with want by the time he took his lips away, inches from her core.

“Why,” she panted.

“Because I want to kiss you.” Jonas closed his mouth over hers, drinking her in, exploring her with his tongue, devouring her. Then he left her lips and worked his way back down the front of her until his lips met the most sensitive part of her.

Fireworks—it was like fireworks. Gentle, dirty fireworks. His tongue was a symphony. His tongue was a revelation.

It had been so long since she’d felt him like this, but it came back to her like it was yesterday. How had she ever been able to live without this? Without him?

He swirled his tongue over her, repeatedly, then moved toward deep licks at her opening that drove her wild. Just when she thought she’d scream, he moved his mouth upward and applied an exquisite pressure that had her coming against his lips.

Jonas hummed his approval as she came, the feeling setting each nerve off with light and fire. “I missed that,” he said, pulling back. He gave her folds one last kiss. “I want more of you.”

“You’ve already had more,” she reminded him, her hands grasping at the covers. The aftershocks of her first orgasm still trembled through her, smaller echoes of the larger release. “Please do it again.”

“I won’t make you ask twice.” His eyes darkened with need, and then Jonas pushed himself off her. She felt the loss of him painfully—come back, she wanted to shout, come back—but he sensed that, too. He moved to his bedside table, taking out a foil packet, and when he returned to the bed, Rachel scrambled up to give him more room. He paused at the foot of the bed and undid his belt, pushing his jeans down to the floor and stepping out of his boxers.

Naked, he was something else entirely. Clothed, Jonas was handsome—hot, even. Naked, he was a masterpiece. Strong shoulders narrowed to a nipped-in waist that featured a six-pack of muscles. He must spend real time working out, she thought wildly. Jonas rolled the condom on and climbed between her legs, bending to lick the side of her neck. It was so primal and possessive that she tilted her hips up for him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Good.This was good. All her conflicted emotions fell away, and a kind of electric peace came over her. A laugh bubbled up—why did it feel so intense, yet so right?More.She wanted more. Nothing could be better than the way they fit together.

His mouth met hers at the same time he positioned his hips to meet her, the head of his cock making contact, and she bit at his bottom lip while he entered her.Yes.The size of him, the fit of him, it was a challenge—almost. But she was so ready and waiting that her hips rocked up to meet him, taking him all in.

Jonas let out a hiss near her ear and went still for an agonizing moment before he moved again, grinding into her with strokes that lit up every nerve ending. That managed to touch every part of her she wanted, as they moved together easily—as if they needed each other.

Shedidneed him. She needed every ounce of pressure against her clit and the slow slide of each stroke inside her. He held her tightly, kissing her senseless.

Rachel came again, contracting around him in a burst of heat. Oh, it felt so good to be invaded by him, to be taken by him. She’d waited so long for this, dreaming of it at night. But this was no dream as his body moved against hers, the low groans of pleasure that escaped his lips enthralling her.

Jonas pulled out and turned her over. Her peaked nipples grazed the comforter as she stretched out, opening herself for him. He entered her again, this time from behind, and she had an intense memory—they’d done this the last time.

Another sweet memory come to life. She craved the press of his chest against her back and the cage of his arms around her. Tears gathered in her eyes.

He paused, brushing her hair back from her face. “Do you need to stop?” he asked, pausing for a second.

She turned her head and kissed him fiercely. “No, don’t stop,” she whispered.Don’t ever stop.

He held her hips down hard and took her again, strokes long and deep until he tensed. “Rachel,” he managed, and she was ready again, and then he was coming, thrusting through his release while she shuddered beneath him.

When he was finished, Jonas took her in his arms, breathing fast. After a minute, he got up and went to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with a wet washcloth. He dipped it between her legs, then patted her dry with a towel.

Rachel nuzzled into him, and he held her close as he crawled back into bed under the covers. They lay like that in silence, basking in the afterglow of what they’d just shared.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I was,” Jonas said, tracing his thumb across her jawline.

She swam back up out of the sea of hazy pleasure. “I know who you are now.”

“I didn’t tell you because I thought this lodge would be my entire life. My parents died when I was young, and my grandparents raised us, which you know. Since I was in high school, there was always the expectation that I would take over. My grandmother—” His mouth quirked in a smile. “I thought she’d want all of us to focus on the family more than anything, but now that my brothers have found love—and I’ve found that Ihavea family—” His hand stroked down her arm. “I didn’t tell you because I thought I could never feel anything like I feel right now.”

His vulnerability crashed into her, unlocking something at the center of her chest. “There are things I didn’t tell you too,” she admitted softly.

“Tell me now.” There was no judgment in his voice, only warmth.

Rachel took a deep breath. “I was engaged to get married. His name was Daniel. My mother had picked him out for me and I let her talk me into it. Into him. A week before our wedding, I caught him cheating and he acted like it was no big deal. So I called it off. My best friend had been invited to a party here at Elk Lodge and she brought me as her plus one.” It came back to her in jarring memories, ones Rachel had worked hard to forget. “Daniel was a jerk. He was like my mother. He wanted to control everything I did, while still doing whatever he wanted.”

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