Page 58 of His Christmas Wife

As an orgasm began to unfurl deep inside, she could deny him nothing.

He claimed her mouth, devouring her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, offering the surrender he’d demanded.

Then he pumped his hips harder, and she began to spiral.

Finally he pulled his lips back from hers, then released his grip on her wrists to raise himself up. “Open your eyes.”

Kaylee shook her head. How could she? She was so lost; he might as well have asked for the moon.

“Look at me.” Though his voice was soft, his tone was implacable as he pushed himself farther away from her body.

Finally she did, meeting the icy blue depths of his eyes. Appreciation was written in his gaze, and something fiercer that she didn’t dare name.

As he fucked her hard, the way she desperately wanted, a sob caught in her throat.

She’d never experienced anything like this: raw carnal sensuality swirling with an emotional connection.

“That’s it.”

“I’m…” Everything inside her seemed to freeze as her climax demanded release.

“Give it to me.”

Crying out his name, she splintered, giving him everything she had to offer.

For long moments, as he trailed a fingertip over her cheekbone, satisfaction continued to wash through her.

With an exhausted sigh, all tension drained from her.

“You were everything I hoped.” He kissed her forehead.

Once she met his gaze, he began to move inside her again, starting slow and rebuilding the intensity.

This time, she watched him, marveling at the way his jaw tightened. His biceps bulged, and his breath was measured as if he were delaying the inevitable.

She reached for him, digging her hands into his hair.

The color of his eyes reminded her of a storm-tossed sea. As much as he’d wanted her orgasm, she now wanted his.

With a guttural, “Fuck,” he climaxed, pulsing inside her.

For the first time ever, sex completed her.

After staring at her deeply, he rolled to one side and left her for just long enough to remove the condom. Then he returned to tuck her against his strong body, wrapping his arms around her.

Neither spoke. Even if she knew what to say, she doubted she’d let the words out for fear of spoiling the moment. Instead she wanted to bask in whatever magic they’d created.

Eventually their breaths evened, but she didn’t want to let reality intrude.

“I love being inside you.”

And she loved having him there, no matter how bad of an idea that was.

Shadows lengthened in the room, letting her know that afternoon was giving way to evening.

But still, he held her.

Then, moments later, he brushed her hair back from her face. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

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