Page 33 of Maldives & Mistletoe

His hands found her ass, and his lips trailed over her jaw. A hard squeeze to her backside had her grinding in his lap while hot kisses drifted over her skin.

Warmth and bliss spread through her body like a wild fire. There was no escaping it, but she was all too happy with letting it ravage her anyway. Adriano gave her a second—one to breathe and get accustomed to the sensation of him settling a little deeper inside her pussy, and then he was moving again.

Flipping them both over on the couch so he could pound into her the way she liked best, Alessa couldn’t seem to take in enough air. Pleasure licked over her skin—pulling her muscles taut, and promising relief was soon to follow. It was harder than she thought it would be to keep those sounds of hers locked up tight—God knew they didn’t want to wake the sleeping girls in their makeshift room.

Adriano saved the day by stuffing two of his fingers in Alessa’s mouth. She sucked on his digits, her teeth biting down on his knuckles to keep those noises of hers at bay.

And then she was coming.

Hard.

Fast.

Blinding.

It came on quicker than she realized, like the edge was suddenly there, and she was flying over it without anything below to catch her. Alessa didn’t mind falling, not when it meant Adriano was coming with her.

And he did.

His fingers slipped from her mouth as he buried his face into her neck, his thrusts came a little harder, and then his muffled grunt echoed against her skin. She felt him spill deep inside her clenching sex as he held her tight at her waist, and kept her pinned down to the couch all the while.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

Alessa laughed breathlessly. “Well, that worked out just fine, didn’t it?”

Leaning up a bit, Adriano lifted a brow. “I’d say so.”

He dropped a kiss to her grinning lips.

“I bet I’m late now—they’re probably waiting for me to come out.”

“Yeah, we always wait on them, though.”

True.

Sometimes.

“Oh,” she murmured, her grin deepening. “I have one more surprise for you. One last Christmas gift.”

Adriano quirked a brow. “Do you now?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Where did you keep it hidden? Because I helped you pack everything, and I didn’t see anything.”

“Well, what if I bought something while we were here?”

“But you didn’t because you didn’t leave the huts, Lissa.”

Damn man.

He was too smart for his own good.

Alessa was just a little bit more sly than him, though. “I didn’t get anything—Abriella went and got it for me yesterday when she went to town with Tommas.”

“What are you—”

She didn’t give him the chance to finish his question before she pulled an item out of the pocket of her dress that had somehow managed to stay put even through their fast, frenzied fucking. Lucky, really. That’s why she loved dresses with pockets.

They held all kinds of secrets.

Flashing the item in front of her husband’s eyes, Alessa watched as Adriano’s whole face lit up. A smile split his lips, and reached his eyes. A happy laugh fell from his lips.

“Really?” he asked, staring at the pregnancy test she held.

Alessa nodded. “Really.”

He dropped a kiss to her mouth, then her nose, forehead, cheeks … everywhere he could reach, really. Alessa’s laughter lit up the hut, she couldn’t even try to hold it back. Not that she wanted to, honestly.

“This was the best Christmas yet,” Adriano murmured against her lips when he found his way back there.

Alessa smiled into his kiss.

The very best.