Page 20 of Craving Her Christmas Boss

She wanted him. She had never wanted another man the way she wanted him. But he, as he had promised, went slow. Trailing fingers, lingering kisses, gently stripping the scarlet lace from her body with teasing caresses. From top to toe he tasted and teased, eventually, finally—thankfully—settling between her thighs, from where he could reach up and toy with her breasts while tonguing her intimately.

Divine sensation. Mindless bliss.

Uncontrollably she thrust up, body rigid, right on the brink, wanting release so badly. But his fingers stilled and his mouth lifted.

‘I won’t let you be Ms Efficient in bed, Imogen.’

‘Please.’ She was frantic.

‘Say my name. Say it.’

She did—chanting it over and over—begging, pleading, twisting beneath his fingers and mouth, desperate for the relief only he could give. Until finally, with just another tormenting silken suck, he let her crash over the edge.

Long moments later he blew on her face. She opened her eyes, saw him smiling at her. ‘You are one delicious woman.’

Her glance skidded down his body.Hewas the delicious one.

He nudged her fingers as they slipped on the pillow.

‘No point,’ she mumbled. ‘They’re useless. I can’t move anything.’

‘Really?’ He looked hard into her eyes. ‘Answer me honestly, Imogen. Are you really that satisfied?’

No. As soon as the question was asked the answer slammed into her and she wanted to shout it out. It was as if that orgasm, like an avalanche, had set a layer of snow free, revealing a deep chasm beneath—the need yawning wide within her. And he saw. With his vibrantly blue eyes, she knew he saw. And she also knew he had what it was that she needed—what she wanted.

It was that need that gave her strength, forcing her to move, to reach, to snare. Her fingers spread wide greedily. Her mouth parted and plundered. She couldn’t get enough of him, wanted all of him.

She arched her neck, stretching that distance so her mouth could touch his. He caught hers full. That kiss was the ignition. Her body, rendered so useless only moments before, was now filled with strength and craving. She pushed, raking her hands down his body, touching, stroking, squeezing. Feeling his heat, testing his strength, his endurance.

He lay back, letting her straddle him, explore him, taste him with a hunger that only seemed to grow the more she had of him. Her sex was wet, aching with want, her breasts tight, her belly yearning and restless. She rocked, uncontrollably rubbing against him, all of her body, not just her mouth, wanting its fill.

The assertion of dominance changed again. She felt his muscles grow more tense, heard his hiss as her hands swept over him, felt his strength as he lifted her, rolling them both over, positioning her. His large hands were hard on his thighs, parting them so he could fit in between.

Mesmerised by the blue of his eyes, passion making them even more brilliant, she paused. Their mouths met again. Tongues curling intimately. Sealed. A merging of everything. Nothing held back. Giving everything, taking everything.

And in that moment he pushed inside her.

Her head flew back, breaking the seal of the lips as she gasped at the overwhelming sensation. ‘Ryan!’

She sucked in another scalding breath as the stomach hit hers and he plunged into the hilt.

‘I’m here.’ He took her hands, his fingers entwining with hers. ‘I’m here.’

He thrust deep again, and that last remaining fragment of herself was shattered.

‘Yes.’ Her eyelids fluttered as she sighed, succumbing to the blinding pleasure.

Her body was humming. She was skinless, just sensation. Warmth and light and mingling with him. Surging forward, meeting him again and again, strength matching softness and merging into one. Her fingers were free now as he gripped her hips, holding her so he could push even closer. She ran the heel of her hands across his shoulders, followed down the vee of his body to his tight butt and pulled him into her as viciously as he was pushing.

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t ever going to be enough.

She cried out at the realisation.More. She needed more.

Her eyes opened and she saw him looking at her with unbearable intensity, steely determination locking his jaw. He was utterly focused on her. She could feel him willing her to feel it.

‘Yes,’ he muttered.

She nearly nodded, maybe mumbled back, but at that point the goodness of it started to wash through her in an unstoppable wave. The sheer force of emotion had her gasping for air, screaming something, shuddering deeply as overwhelming pleasure racked her body. His arms were tight around her, holding her close as he buried deep two, three times more. His groan was so exquisite to her heightened hearing that tears burned at her eyes.

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