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“Like what?” he grumbles.
“Like pleasuring your wife.”
That does the trick. Romeo sprints to the pickup truck like he’s Usain Bolt, dragging Sierra by the hand behind him.
My heart swells with more affection for Sierra than I’ve ever felt before, which is saying a lot, since I already love her like a sister. Not only has she made my brother a very happy man, but she’s given me my first niece, too. Two wonderful things, of course, but they pale in comparison to the gift she’s just given me.
After twenty-three years, I’m alone with Carly Ormsbee.
It's a goddamn Christmas miracle.
Without thinking, I kneel in front of her again, pushing her hair out of her face. “We should get you out of those wet clothes,” I whisper, licking my lips. “I can loan you a sweatshirt and sweatpants.”
Suddenly, her dark blue eyes burn with passion. “If that’s what you want.”
WhatIwant?
“Forget the clothes,” I growl.
I press my lips to hers, rough and intense, kissing her with the pent-up passion of more than twenty years. Just as I start to worry that I’m kissing her too roughly, she reciprocates in kind, tangling her hands in my hair and grinding her body against me.
A warning bell chimes in the back of my mind. As Romeo pointed out, we’ve been down this road before, and it ended in heartbreak.
My heartbreak.
Carly was only in my life for one summer, and then she left, and I never heard from her again…until today.
But Jesus, she’s French kissing me now, effectively shutting off any warning bells. There’s no room for rational thought with her tongue in my mouth. Nothing else matters. An asteroid could obliterate the planet right now, and I wouldn’t even notice. I’d die a happy man.
As if reading my mind, Carly kisses me even deeper, her tongue sliding over mine. I shove the blankets off her shoulders, making a nest of sorts on the ground, and push her into the middle of it. A soft bed, a roaring fire, a delicious woman…
My life has never been better.
My cock has never been harder.
She groans into my mouth, and I shove my hands beneath the hem of her damp shirt. I’m desperate to feel her up, but her flesh is so icy. I rest a palm on her abdomen. “These wet clothes have to go.Now.”
Carly kicks off her shoes and I start making work of removing her wet clothing. She helps, shrugging off her jacket moments before I yank her sweater over her head. As I tug off her jeans, she unsnaps her bra, releasing her magnificent tits.
I stare at her in awe, taking in all the exposed flesh. Only the tiniest strip of cotton panties separates me from the honeypot.
She’s a goddess from a Botticelli masterpiece. Soft, curvy perfection, from her thick thighs to her fleshy hips to her soft stomach.And let’s not forget those unbelievable breasts…
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
She laughs softly. “Are you just going to look, Jones? Or are you going to make good on your promise to warm me up?”
I push her knees apart, spreading her wide for my viewing pleasure. “Oh, I’ll warm you up soon enough. But first, I’m absolutely going to admire the view.”
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Carly
Despitemytaunting,I’malready hot enough to spontaneously combust. And if he doesn’t press his flesh against mine soon, I’m in real danger of bursting into flame.
After a minute of just looking at me—and driving me wild with desire—he slides a single finger underneath my panties. Slowly, he traces the length of my slit, making my whole body tremble.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful.”
