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He’s mature, sophisticated, cultured, smart, and unbelievably alluring. That smile… those eyes… I’m swooning over here as I take in that graying hair and those broad shoulders.
He’s the most enticing creature I’ve ever seen.
“I thought you were out with the boys,” I say after clearing my throat. “Cuban cigars was it?”
“The engagement broke that little plan up,” he says as he walks down the two steps. “Steven was called to the kitchen to serve champagne flutes.”
“Aww, too bad,” I say with a shy smile as he slowly approaches. “I kinda like the smell of cigars on a man.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” he says as he slides his arms around my waist. His palms slide up my bare back and I wet my bottom lip as he pulls me against his hard body once again.
The garage doesn’t feel so cold anymore. My body is warming up under that intense heated gaze.
His hand reaches up and slides out the pins in my bun. “Goddamn,” he whispers under his breath as he watches my hair fall down, tumbling on my shoulders. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He looks like he means it. I feel beautiful around him. He makes me feel like a woman. I always wanted him to look at me like this, but he never did. He looked at me like I was a child, because I was, but that’s all changed now.
We’re finally equals and we can take this—whatever this is—to another place. We can finally start what I’ve been waiting years to start.
“This night has felt like a dream,” he says in his soft sexy voice as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
I smile, still not believing this is happening. Either I drank some tainted egg nog and am on the kitchen floor hallucinating right now or all my Christmas dreams have come true. I’m going to believe it’s the latter, although I’m not so sure.
“It’s been a pretty good Christmas so far,” I whisper back as his big hand gently cups my jaw. His eyes drop from mine and he starts eyeing my lips as his shoulders raise.
My heart races. I can’t breathe with his eyes on me like this. My breath is caught in my throat as the heat swirling in my core plunges between my legs.
“It’s going to be a pretty good year too,” he says as he moves forward, his lips ghosting over mine. “Because I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
My body ignites as he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me with a wild passion that’s been building like an inferno in the ten minutes we’ve been apart.
There’s no more soft gentle kisses. It’s hands in hair, gripping each other hard as he slams me into the refrigerator and devours my mouth in the most erotic way. It’s rough and messy, fueled by a lifetime of pent-up need and desire.
I moan shamelessly as he kisses my neck and grabs my breast. I want him so badly. My body was made for him. I know it. Every time he touches me, I know it.
I grab two fistfuls of his jacket and pull his mouth back to mine. He groans with lustful need as he kisses me again, knowing just what to do with me.
I want to feel him deep inside me. I want him to have my virginity. I want him to take it. I want him to possess every inch of me. I want to be his. I want him to own me.
His hand grips my inner thigh and I gasp as I flatten my back against the cold fridge. I can’t think straight as I feel his rough palm slowly slide up, under my dress, dangerously close to my throbbing pussy.
Oh shit, I want this. It’s been so hard all these years to be around him and not have him touch me like this.
I sink my hands into his hair and breathe out as he kisses my chest, that hand killing me as it inches up closer. He’s taking his time, teasing me, torturing me. I’m consumed with lust and need him on my sex.
“Yes,” I gasp when I feel the edge of his finger brush over my aching mound. I wish I wasn’t wearing any panties. I wish it was skin on skin.
He growls as he slides his finger along the elastic between my leg and pussy. I wonder if he can feel how wet it is.
My chest is heaving up and down, the back of my head curled against the refrigerator as he dips his finger under the elastic and glides his fingertip over—
“Shit,” he hisses under his breath when the door starts to open. We both dive behind the car and crouch down as someone walks into the garage.
I’m aching all over. My heart is hammering. My pussy is on fire. This is torture.
