Page 64 of A Christmas Changes Everything

“I don’t know.” Chace shrugged. “I guess. Maybe.”

“Did you use a condom?”

“Of course.” He realized where she was going with this. “And I have yearly physicals. Everything’s been good. Clean and clear. The last one was a month ago.” He saved her the trouble of asking what he would consider the next obvious question. “And I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

Honestly, it had been a long damned time since he’d felt the need to scratch that particular itch.

Until he came back to Hickory Ridge.

“Well, I’m not seeing a problem.” She pushed herself into a sitting position. “Are you?”

This woman never ceased to amaze him. “No, but I understand if you want to wait.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve waited long enough.” With a sly smile and a gleam in her eye, she poked his shoulder with her index and middle fingers, pushing him flat on his back and trailing her fingertips up the length of his less-than-fully erect penis. “So, what do you say we get back to business?”

Rearing up, Chace caught her lips in a kiss before switching their positions. Their lips fused together in a frenzy of movement, tongues tangling in an erotic battle as their hands massaged, caressed, and paid homage to the other’s body. Getting reacquainted. Awakening muscle memory. And languishing in the sheer pleasure each wrought from the other.

Chace skimmed his lips to the pebbled peak of her right breast, his hand massaging and plucking the left until he needed more. He glided the tips of his fingers along her ribcage and over the curve of her hip before detouring to the apex of her thighs. He separated her womanly folds, dipping one finger inside while thumbing her sensitive nub.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured near her ear. “And wet.”

Holly writhed against him as he slid his finger deeper into her petal-soft canal.

“You like that?”

“You know what I’d like more?”

He dropped a kiss on her lips. “I need to make sure you’re ready first, sweetheart,” he whispered, allowing his middle finger to join the fun.

“Omigod!” She thrashed her head from side to side on the pillow. “Please, Chace.”

“Okay, baby.” He pulled his hand free and nestled himself in the cradle of her thighs. He nudged her entrance, and Holly wrapped her glorious legs around his waist, allowing him to give her what she wanted.

What they both wanted.

Slowly, he pushed in a little and eased out. He went in a little farther, pausing momentarily to allow her to get used to his girth before easing back to the starting point. This time, he groaned and thrust deeper until he was fully seated inside her.

“You okay?”

“I’d be better if you were moving.”

“So demanding.”

She dug her feet into the mattress and tilted her hips upward. “Now, Chace.”

Bracing himself on his forearms, Chace framed her face with his hands. Only when his eyes locked with hers did he begin to move. Their hips rocked together in perfect rhythm as if no time had passed at all. She met him thrust for thrust, taking him as deeply as possible and clenching her muscles around his burgeoning desire.

He kissed her, long and hard. She raked her nails down his back. Sweat beaded on their skin as the slide of their bodies intensified. “More,” Holly pleaded, locking her ankles in place.

Chace plunged deeper. Harder. Faster. What he offered, she took. What she wanted, he gave. Her fingers dug into his hips. “Omigod, yes.” She urged him with words and sounds as well as her body. She begged him not to stop. He didn’t. And then, finally, it happened. Her body began to tremble as the first wave of her climax took hold. “Oh, Chace,” she cried out, clinging to him as her body continued to tremble and rock against his.

With one final thrust, Chace found his own release, his body convulsing repeatedly until he’d completely emptied himself while still buried deep inside her.

The only place he ever wanted to be.

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“That was absolutely amazing.”

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