Page 71 of Christmas at Hart's Ridge

“Are your parents awake?” he asked. His hands found my hips in the darkness.

I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 10:30. I shook my head and then realized he probably couldn’t see what I was doing. “They’re asleep by now. What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t like how we left things. I came here to talk, but if you’re not mad and your parents are asleep, that plan has changed.” His hands slipped under my shirt and his thumb traced the waistband of my flannel pajama bottoms, ghosting over my bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked distractedly. I splayed my hands across his chest.

“Yeah. Now I’m going to fuck you senseless instead.”

My breath whooshed out of me. “Good.”

It was all I managed to say before his mouth crashed against mine. My lips parted, welcoming him eagerly, and his tongue tangled against mine in a sensual glide that made my belly swoosh. I swept my hands up his chest, following the heat of his throat until I found his face. My fingers sank into his beard and he moaned into my mouth.

With a thrust of his hips, his erection hit my stomach. Heat spread through me. God, I wanted to climb this man like a tree. I hooked a leg over his hip, balancing on the ball of my other foot. He took my hint, grabbed my ass with both hands, and boosted me up so I could lock both legs around his waist, binding our bodies together.

A bolt of lust shot through me. I grinded against him, whimpering when it wasn’t enough.

Luke chuckled darkly in my ear. “Need something, Red?”

“You know what I need, Luke.”

“Damn right I do.”

The promise in his voice made me shiver eagerly. He shifted me slightly in his arms so my weight was supported with one hand and my legs around his waist. His other hand slipped between us, into my pajamas where he cupped me over my underwear. I moaned, rocking into him. His finger stroked lightly, teasingly.

“Your panties are soaked, Red.” He touched my clit and I gasped. “Shhh, baby,” he warned.

But how could I be silent when each flick of his fingers over my sensitive nub sent electricity pulsing through me? I needed more. I kissed him with my whole body, my hands gripping his face through his beard, my legs tight around his waist, my tongue dancing with his. His arm between us kept his cock from me and I was going out of my mind with the need to feel it inside me.

I let go of his face to get a hold of his hair and pushed my hand between our bodies, shifting my hips until I found what I was looking for.There it is. I gave his cock a squeeze, then ran the heel of my palm up his very hard length.

He tore his mouth from mine. “Fuck.”

“Shh,” I teased, even though he had cursed quietly, like an oath.

He dove back in for another kiss, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, as his fingers shoved past the elastic band of my underwear and plunged into my slick heat.

My back arched and the needy, desperate noises I made weren’t quiet at all as he fucked me with his fingers. God, oh god, I was going to die from this, from trying to stay silent when I wanted to shout his name to the mountaintops, but what a way to go. I writhed against him, the intense pleasure coming in waves. He sealed his mouth against mine, muffling my cries as my orgasm hit.

His hand slid from my underwear and he held me tenderly with both hands as I collapsed, boneless, into his arms, giving me a minute to catch my breath. I buried my face against his neck. He smelled so good. Like pine trees and crisp winter air.

“You’re going to get us caught, Red. How am I supposed to fuck you senseless if you get us caught? As much as I love the sounds you make, you need to be quiet when I’m fucking you. Just tonight.”

“Hmm.” I wiggled in his arms, letting him know it was time to put me down. He complied and I promptly slid down his body to kneel before him. “If you want me to be quiet, maybe you should give me something better to do with my mouth.”

He went completely still. All I heard was the harsh sound of his exhalation. And maybe the nervous thump of my own heart.

“Don’t move,” he said. “Stay on your knees like a good girl.”

While I waited obediently, he grabbed two pillows from the bed, shoved one against the door, and flicked on my bedside lamp, casting us both in a mellow glow.

“No way am I going to miss seeing your mouth take my dick,” he muttered. “Come here, baby. I want you to be comfortable.” He helped me move onto the pillow so my knees weren’t pressed against the hardwood floor. He peeled my shirt off over my head. “I want to see your tits while I fuck your mouth.”

He stood before me and I looked up at him. “I’ve never done this before. You’ll teach me?”

His fingers trembled as he brushed my hair back from my face. “Yeah. I’ll teach you.”

I could see him straining against his jeans. I popped open the stud and unzipped the fly, careful not to snag him, then pushed his jeans and boxers down his hips. His erection jutted free, springing toward my face like it was desperate for my mouth. Judging from the low groan he made as I tentatively swiped my tongue over the head, it was.

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