Page 63 of Hidden Shadows
He slipped his finger out of her and gripped her hips firmly with both hands.
Her mouth went to his ear. “With you, I can never stop.”
She leaned over and grabbed a foil from the drawer. She tore it open with her lips before tugging him out. The air hissed from his lips as she slid it over his cock.
Then she lifted her hips and positioned his tip at her entrance. His world narrowed to just her. Slowly, so slowly it nearly killed him, she slid down, her walls stretching around him.
Fuck, she was so wet for him.
When he was seated deep inside her, she didn’t move. Instead, she cupped both his cheeks, her breasts pressed to his chest, eyes bleeding into him as she whispered, “You have my heart, Nixon Reid.”
The words seared him. “You own me, Finley.”
Her eyes heated, then her head dropped, and she kissed him. Her mouth was still sealed to his when her hips rose, thrusting back down fast.
He growled. She did it again.
At every thrust, her breasts dragged against his chest and her walls hugged his cock. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and with his other hand, cupped the back of her head, unable to stop kissing her. Tasting her. He helped her lift and lower, bringing her down harder every time she returned to him.
It was everything.Shewas everything. The miracle gift for a holiday he’d always dreaded. The one sent to save him. He was almost scared to let her go in case this wasn’t real. In case she hadn’t really entered his life and changed everything.
He sucked and nibbled her bottom lip, then kissed down her jaw. She threw her head back, and he took advantage, latching onto her neck. He slipped his hand to her breast, cupping her. Finding her nipple and pinching.
A shudder ran down her back. He did it again.
When that wasn’t enough, he continued to trail that hand down her body, finding her clit and rolling it with his thumb.
Her cry was a strangled scream.
She thrust harder. Faster. He continued to circle her clit until finally, she broke. Shattered around him violently, her walls throbbing against his cock.
He continued to lift his hips as she kept thrusting, until he broke with her. Came apart hard, violently.
Still, he didn’t release her. He held her close, unable to let her go.
Holding this woman was like a drug—sweet and addictive.
Even as they stilled, her shudders continued to roll through her body, into him.
He was still inside her when her lips moved to his ear. “Nixon…it’s three a.m.” Then she pressed a small kiss to his shoulder. “Merry Christmas.”
For the first time in years, those words didn’t crush him. Didn’t pull him so deep into darkness that he couldn’t see the light.
His arms around her tightened. “Merry Christmas, honey.”
CHAPTER21
Finley leaned her head back against the passenger seat.
Home. Today, they were going home. It felt crazy that it was less than a week and a half ago that she’d arrived in Fallen Ridge. So little time had passed, yet she felt like a completely different person from the one who’d arrived.
Nixon reached over from behind the wheel and slipped his fingers through hers. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.
Her heart thumped. Man, he was perfect. Perfect for her. Almost as if he was the missing piece of her life.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah. Just thinking about everything that’s happened in the last week. It’s been…a lot.”
