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“You’re intimidated by Christmas?” he asked, playing dumb.
She punched his shoulder. “Very funny. It’s hard . . .”
Grant laughed. “Damned straight.” He pressed her hand to the front of his jeans, and she jumped as though she’d touched a hot iron.
Outrage, mixed with embarrassment and feminine curiosity, danced across her expressive features. “I’m being serious here,” she wailed. “We’ve spent two damned days building up to this. What if we’ve created a big, romantic fantasy and it amounts to nothing?”
He curled a strand of her hair around his finger, watching fascinated as it clung to his skin. “Are you afraid I’ll disappoint you?”
Her chest rose and fell in a heavy sigh. “No. The sex will be great. At least I think so,” she added with wry honesty.
He chuckled. “Then, what?”
She searched his eyes, hers big and dark gold, filled with doubts and fears and dreams. “I want this to be more than sex,” she admitted, her voice husky. “I need to know that this matters. It’s crazy . . . We just met. I don’t even know your middle name. But that’s my Christmas wish, Grant. That’s what I want.”
He traced the contours of her face with a shaky hand, his heart expanding like the Grinch’s at the end of the story. “Tyler,” he said softly. “My middle name is Tyler.” He kissed her slowly, tentatively, pretty certain the words wouldn’t come out right, but determined to show her with his body.
He lifted her and removed her turtleneck. Her pretty breasts were small and round and her raspberry-hued nipples begged for his touch. He played with them gently, pulling and tugging until they puckered into tight buds. Maddy’s eyes were closed, her breathing rough and unsteady.
He tugged her to her feet and divested her of shoes, socks, jeans and panties in short order. A less-hungry man might have stretched out the disrobing, but he was beyond such patience. He stripped off his own clothes, leaving only his navy boxers between him and her. He needed some flimsy help to keep from mounting her like a horny adolescent.
He slid her up onto a pillow so that her upper body was at an incline. He gripped her thighs and tugged them apart, revealing a narrow fluff of curly golden hair. His breath lodged in his throat. The delicate folds of soft, hidden flesh were glistening with the evidence of her arousal.
He lowered his head and used his whole tongue to stroke her. She tasted sweeter than any holiday treat. She cried out and bucked, but he held her down, thrusting his tongue inside her and using his finger where it mattered most to drive her higher and higher. Her orgasm, when it came, was powerful and beautiful to watch, her slender body quivering with pleasure.
He trembled, burying his face in her belly and holding her tightly until the last tremors faded away.
And then he started again.
* * *
Maddy was not prepared for a lover like Grant Monroe. He was insatiable, as though starving for the taste of her. He flipped her to her stomach and rubbed his cock up and down her spine, finally lodging it between her buttocks and stroking lightly back and forth against her damp skin.
He lifted her onto her knees, and she felt his hand part her, enter her, first one finger, then two and finally three. She was extremely sensitive, tender from her earlier orgasm. He knew exactly where to touch. He brushed her clitoris, and she came again, this time with his fingers deep inside her.
When she caught her breath, she rolled to her back, struggling to gain some kind of control. He sat back on his haunches, facing her, his long, thick penis rearing proudly against his abdomen. His eyes were hooded, glittering with intense emotion. His hands rested on his thighs. A pulse jumped at the base of his throat, and his broad shoulders were rigid.
She came up on her knees and pressed against him, breast to chest. Her hand slid between them to cup his balls, and a heavy shudder wracked his frame. “God, Maddy,” he ground out in an agonized voice.
She expanded her field of exploration, kissing him as she gripped his cock. Her tongue entered his mouth while her thumb toyed with the wetness at the eye of his eager shaft. He was trembling like a sailor in the throes of malaria.
She knelt to take him in her mouth, and he thrust her away almost roughly. “Next time,” he choked out. “I can’t bear it.”
His sudden movement tumbled her to her back again, and he was between her thighs before she could catch her breath. He reached for a condom, but she stopped him. “I’m on the pill . . . it’s okay.” He nodded tersely and lifted her legs to his shoulders, the blunt head of his cock pressing urgently to find entry. The position made her feel painfully vulnerable.
On his face she saw the violent struggle to hold back, and she arched her back, taunting him. “Don’t be gentle, dammit,” she cried, craving him with a need that was frightening. “I won’t break.”
He surged forward in one heavy thrust, burying himself deep in her vagina, probing and stretching and filling her almost unbearably. He paused to let her adjust to his size, his great chest heaving with his labored breathing.
Their eyes met, his slightly unfocused, hers filled with shock. Ripples of feeling clenched and clawed deep in her core. She squeezed him with inner muscles, exulting when her subtle motion made him groan. “Do it,” she challenged. “Take what you want. Let it go.”
He held perfectly still for maybe three seconds, and then with a moan of surrender, he began rocking in and out of her, withdrawing almost completely before surging deeper still, the cords in his neck standing out in relief and his clenched teeth bared.
He rode her hard, giving no mercy, his massive body held above hers, driving pistonlike toward a goal they each craved. Maddy loved it, loved him. He surrounded her, filled her. His scent filled her head. Her hands gripped his sweat-slicked shoulders as she felt her third orgasm rising inexorably. “Now, Grant, now,” she pleaded, her leg muscles aching.
He halted long enough to look in her eyes, his own filled with something that looked suspiciously like love. Quivering, his muscled arms keeping his weight from crushing her, he pressed a quick kiss on her throat. And then he shouted as his own climax roared over him and he came, deep inside her.
