Page 58 of Romancing Christmas


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“You couldn’t up it anymore.”He takes me into my living room and lays me down on the sofa in front of the fireplace.Then he blankets me with his body, letting me feel the hard ridge of his erection as it presses against me.“Is that clear to you now?”

I grin.“Crystal clear.”

His kisses trace a short path from my mouth to my ear, then he pulls me upward to tug my shirt over my head.

“You look beautiful in the firelight,” he murmurs, kissing the tender skin of my breasts just above the lace on my bra as I unsnap it for him.

As I unbutton his shirt, I feel my eyes widen, staring—no,savoringthe way the flickering light of the fire seems to accentuate every perfect curve of his muscles.“How do you manage to get muscles likethesejogging every day through my neighborhood?”

“First off, I don’t jog.I run.”He looks offended for a moment.

But when he chuckles, I know he’s kidding, and I giggle, the sound of it increasing when he traces a few kisses from my breast to my belly and slides the zipper on my jeans downward.

“And secondly?”My breath escapes me in a rush as he tugs my jeans off before taking off his own.

“I don’t just run for exercise.They’ve got a gym on base I go to five days a week.That is, when I’m not being distracted by you.”

I laugh again almost nervously from his heated gaze on me as he eases my panties off.I feel the whisper of his breath on me as he bends my legs.

Oh my.Is he going to go down on me?Right here on the sofa?

Here in the firelight, I feel too exposed for that.And yet, I want it desperately.

He kisses my inner thigh, just above my knee.Then his tongue traces along a path to where heat pools in me.

I gasp, then find myself chattering, “So you, uh, work out so much because of your job?”

A single eyebrow rises as he pulls his lips from my skin and looks at me with amusement.“Do you always talk when a man is about to do this?”

I giggle awkwardly.“I, uh… I’m not sure.It’s been a while.”

“Well, in that case, let’s find out together.”He parts my flesh, and in a single stroke, his tongue slides from the moist opening of me, up to the center of my need.

Oh.Oh my.

Then he says, “And yes.I work out for the Navy.But I also do it for me.Keeps my energy up for activities likethis.”

Then I feel his mouth on me, tasting my sensitive, tender flesh.

His tongue enters me, and he moans, the vibration of it making my desire intensify.Then his mouth moves, and I feel him playing with my clit, drawing tiny circles around it with his tongue as he slides his finger into me.

I feel my soul escaping me, climbing upward toward an apex that seems almost out of reach.Yet still it climbs.My heart pounds behind my ribcage and my breath seems to catch with every movement of his tongue.

My head lolls to the side, the shy part of me not wanting to look at his face devouring me like this.It seems too much—so much more intimate than anything I’ve experienced.I can count on one hand the times my ex-husband went down on me like this, and every time lasted barely a few moments before he tired of it and focused on his own needs again.

But Harris… his mouth is achingly patient and thorough as he licks and nips and explores me.

I can only sense the passing of the minutes by the increasing aroma of the pie baking in the oven, and I want more time—more time than we have right now.More time forthis.

Tiny whimpers escape me, my eyes shutting to the glow of the fireplace and just letting myself feel… feel his mouth on me, his tongue and fingers in me.Feel my soul lifting toward the skies.Feel my inhibitions leave me as I open my eyes and gaze down at this man as he pleasures me.

The hills and valleys of his muscles change with every movement.Wide shoulders between my legs have me open completely to his perusal.

My channel starts to seize up, aching to feel that glorious sensation that I don’t think any man has brought me to so completely compared to Harris.

His mouth moves away from me for barely a moment.“Can I watch you come, baby?”

His words—and the hungry look he gives me—are all it takes for the climax to rip through me.He watches my instinctive movements as I succumb, his eyes on me making the moment all the more wanton, all the more beyond anything I’ve felt before.Two fingers slide in and out of my slit, while another gently caresses my tender nub that aches for attention.

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