Page 45 of Slow Burn


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“You have too many clothes on.”

She started unbuttoning his shirt, but his patience ran out. “I’ll do it.”

Suddenly, she realized the drapes were still open. “Oh, my gosh.” The living room was dark, but still. Scuttling backward into the shadows, she hissed at Jake. “My bedroom. Now.”

They tiptoed down the hallway, past Emma’s closed door, and made it unscathed into the master bedroom. Master was a misnomer. The bedroom was scarcely larger than Emma’s, but it did have a bathroom, so the lady of the house didn’t have to use the one in the hall.

Jake exhaled. “Does this door lock?”

The room was dark. “Yes. Hang on.” She found the bedside table and turned on the lamp. When she saw Jake’s face, her heart stopped. He looked like a pirate intent on capturing a prize.

Rapidly, he removed the rest of his clothes. He made her feel young again, and reckless.

She turned back the quilt and the sheet and climbed onto the bed.

Jake joined her quickly. “This feels good,” he said as they rolled together, their limbs tangling.

“The mattress isn’t great,” she mumbled, wrapping her hand around the most interesting part of him.

He shuddered. “I don’t give a damn about the mattress. I’d take you outside in the snow if that was the only way to have you. You excite me, Nik. I guess that’s obvious. I’d like to see you sunbathing nude on a private terrace in Greece. Just the two of us. Drinking ouzo and eating cheese. How does that sound?”

Since he was touching every erogenous zone on her body and a few that were surprisingly mundane most of the time, she was in a cooperative mood. “Sounds wonderful. Would you buy me a gold anklet and let me ride a donkey down to the sea?”

He choked out a laugh. “I’d buy you a whole damn town. And every man who walked by our dinner table at night would see you in candlelight and be jealous that they weren’t me.” He moved away long enough to don protection, then came back to her.

Reclining on his hip, he entered her with two fingers, feeling the slick warmth of her body. Gently, he stroked the spot that centered her pleasure. “I want to take you hard and fast, but I also want it slow and easy.”

Nikki skated her palm over his sculpted, warm shoulder, loving the feel of him, the intimacy. “Why choose?” she asked quietly. “We can have it all.”

He rose over her and thrust hard, making both of them gasp. She wrapped her legs around his waist. The movement forced him deeper. He thrust again, and she climaxed, the world going hazy as she concentrated on wringing every bit of pleasure from her release. It had come too fast. She wanted more. But already Jake was finding his own nirvana, taking her body and making it his own.

At last, breathing hard, he rolled away, linking her hand with his. “That was amazing, Nik.” The words were slurred. His breathing deepened as he fell asleep.

She reached for the lamp and turned it off. Then with one hand, she set an alarm on her phone. In the dark, tears stung her eyes. Christmas was the season of miracles, but something told her Jake Lowell wouldn’t stick around long enough for Santa to show up.

Nikki squeezed his hand, holding on as if she could keep him forever. “I love you, Jake,” she whispered.

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