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“I don’t mind. It’s your house. What do you want?”

“Me? I like the idea of getting cozy right there beside you with a book. As long as that doesn’t sound too old and boring to you?” Crossing to the couch, I’m shit-stirring after what I heard Brad say to her on the phone last night. Except if I’m truthful, beneath the teasing, there is a tiny part of me who is still a little unsure what this girl even sees, or wants, with someone like me.

Skylar shifts over, making room for me to wedge myself in the corner of the L-shaped couch as I swipe up a book I’ve had sitting on the side table here for months, yet my eyes are usually too heavy to manage reading more than a couple of pages at a time.

“Honestly … after how crazy the last few weeks have been at my shop, it actually feels amazing to have the luxury of time and quiet and to not have to talk to anyone.”

Oh, I can definitely do not talking.

“Come here.” My dream girl, whom I cannot keep, nestles herself against my side, with her head on my chest and hand holding her Kindle braced against my stomach. I prop my own book up on my chest, but in all honesty, I’m not focusing on a single fucking word.

My other arm snakes over her waist, palm covering her hip. It’s too tempting to see just how silky and wet she might be between those thighs.

As we lie there together, I feel her shift a little beneath my fingers. That’s the moment her breathing shallows, and I can’t help myself. Slipping my hand between the layers of blanket, I trace the lush curve of her stomach down, down, down until I find the exact place where I want to explore.

Skylar’s breath sucks in with a quiet gasp as my fingers dip into her pussy and find exactly what I’m looking for.

Discovering how absolutely drenched she is.

“Luke …” She makes a tiny moaning sound that makes my rapidly hardening cock kick inside my jeans. Turning her head into my chest, teeth graze the front of my shirt.

“Are you sore?” I stroke gently, running my fingers through the velvety feel of her. The slippery evidence of how turned on the girl in my arms is coats my fingers.

“No.” Her hips lift and adjust, giving me easier access. “I can’t stop thinking about you being inside me again.”

That makes me more feral for her than I have any right to be.

“Keep reading. If you can be a good girl and let me play with you, without coming, I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

CHAPTER 18

“Can you be good and do that for me?”

The glide of Luke’s fingers against my clit, rubbing through my soaking wet pussy is all I can focus on.

“I don’t know.” My whimper catches in my throat as he strokes and fondles me so damn leisurely, almost like this is completely normal. As if we lie here on this couch wrapped together like this every night while he teases my pussy until my thighs shake.

How much I want that … how much every detail of that scenario swirls in my mind as something I dearly wish could be true, shocks me.

I mean, I know how deeply besotted I’ve always been with this man. Except all of those years he was simply a fantasy, a young girl’s infatuated desire with a much older and sinfully attractive cowboy.

This feeling right here catches me by surprise, that I might want this to be something more than just sex and being able to finally live out the longing I’d had in my head for so many years.

“Hmm. I think you can. Especially if you want to have me inside you all night.” Luke’s deep voice vibrates through his thick chest and into me, along with the ripples of pleasure each time he lingers over my clit, before easing away, continuing to torture me the whole time.

I’m panting within minutes. Quivering for him. Tiny, slutty, begging noises burst out of me. The climax threatening to take over, which I so desperately want to chase, hovers close and then ebbs time and time again. Somewhere along the way, my Kindle slipped from my fingers, and all I’m capable of is clutching onto his soft shirt.

“Please. Luke, I can’t take any more.” A shudder rolls through me, and white sparks dance behind my eyelids as I get lost in how insanely good it feels to allow him command over my body.

“This might just be my favorite way to spend the holidays,” he murmurs wickedly. Using two fingers to curl inside me, he presses forward to gather up more of my slickness, then spreads it up and over my clit with a slide of his touch that is just enough to wind me tighter, but nowhere near enough to get me off. “Feel how goddamn drenched you are for this.”

There is every chance I’m flying out of my head by this point. I’ve never had anyone treat me like this before, and my entire body feels like a sparking livewire.

My skin is overheated, and my breasts ache, and it takes everything not to start damn well humping his hand.

“Oh god. Please.” Begging is my only currency.

“You want to come, sweetheart?”