Page 43 of Fake Christmas Date Cowboy

He stilled. The muscles riding under the velvet skin of his bare shoulders tensed and then vibrated as though he shivered from cold.

Or from her words?

“Christ, Belle. I—” He cut off, tilting his head. “Do you hear that?”

She stared at his dark silhouette, straining to hear what he did.

Then she caught it. Voices.

“They’re caroling,” he said.

“Yes.” Her stomach dipped with want that no renditions of “Silent Night” could blast away.

He moved. Next thing she knew, he was completely naked and his condom-covered cock settled at her folds.

“Hold on to me, Belle. Grip me while I enter you!”

Her head swirled with his command. Passion and need tore away her last thought as he thrust his cock deep, burying himself to the hilt. The carolers’ tune grew louder as they moved past the barn.

Declan’s moan mingled with hers, low and urgent. He swung his hips back, drawing his length through her clenching walls. Her nerves were on fire. Her heart thundering in her ears.

His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that threatened to throw her off the edge. She clung tight to him, tongue working over his, her walls clamping around his cock on every single thrust and withdrawal.

“Belle. Oh fuck, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

She dug her fingers into his ass harder, urging him to surrender to her so she could lock this moment in her mind and revisit it whenever she felt lonely.

“Baby…I’m…” He never got the words out. As the song came to a crescendo, he came. The hard pulse of his hips sank his cock even deeper inside her, shoving her overboard too.

Their mouths fused. Liquid warmth filled her pussy as he came apart. For her. In her arms.

What was the matter with her? She couldn’t keep this man. They weren’t a couple. They were pretending.

This moment felt far from pretend, though.

He buried his lips in her hair, his breaths coming fast. “Amazing. Beautiful. So special. Do you even know your worth?”

Her heart hitched. She searched his shadowed face. Suddenly, she understood the toll that being with a man like Ethan had taken on her.

And what Declan was showing her.

“I do,” she whispered. “Now I do.” With her arms around him and her legs around his hips, she dragged him on top of her.

He spattered soft kisses over her shoulder and down to the tops of her breasts as they caught their breath. “When this is all over—”

An explosion ripped through the air.

“Fuck!” He bolted off her. She jerked into a sitting position just in time to see the moonlight outlining the cold blue steel in his hand.

Her heart skipped a beat. Then two.

Another explosion hit.

“Shit. It’s fireworks.” He let his arm ease down to his side.

Shudders tore through her. “Declan?”

A long moment of silence vibrated between them.

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