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He drops his nose into my hair. “It’s—”
“Your story,” I finish before he can say something awful about his scar. “It’s your story. It’s your life. And it’s beautiful. And so are you.”
“Do you have any idea how hard it’s always been to resist you when you always see the best in everyone?” He keeps nudging me back until my calves hit the sofa.
“I’ve seen you at your best.”
“And my worst.”
“But I know what your best can be.”
“Oh, no. I don’t think you do. Not yet.” His beautiful eyes sparkle with amusement as he pulls away and looks down at me. Amusement, and heat, and desire.
My belly drops, putting a delicious pressure on my vagina.
Hewantsme.
He could hit any bar in the city with his World Series ring and pick up any woman he wanted.
But he’shere, and he wantsme.
And I know how much he values my brother’s friendship.
He’s not acting on this because I’m easy. He’s acting on this becausehe wants me.
I’m not sure anything in my life has ever aroused me more.
“Why aren’t we in your bedroom?” I whisper as I brush a kiss to his jaw.
“Because I want to make love to you under an ugly Christmas tree decorated with pasta and Halloween lights.”
Oh my god.
He wants me, and he gets me, and nothing else matters.
I lunge for the button on his jeans, kissing him like he’s my lifeline. He slides his hands beneath my waistband and cradles my ass, kneading my cheeks while he presses his erection harder into my belly.
And after jerky motions to rip off the rest of our clothes, both of us laughing and panting and unable to keep our hands and our kisses to ourselves, we’re finally tumbling naked onto the floor beside our rescue tree, his mouth on all of me, my hands roaming his hot, bare skin.
“You feel even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined me?” I whisper.
“I tried so hard not to.Sohard. For years. But I can’t resist you anymore.”
This is the best Christmas present ever.
Kissing Trevor. Licking his skin. Exploring his body. Giving in to the urge to let him have all of me, and to take everything that I want.
Have I had a crush on this man forever?
Yes.
But did I ever think he would not only notice me, but find me attractive enough to want to do what he’s doing to my breasts right now?
Never.
Never in a million years could I have dreamed that Trevor Stafford would be sucking on my nipples under a Christmas tree while his long, capable fingers tease my clit and my vagina, making me pant and want and writhe and twist and completely lose myself in the feel of him coaxing an orgasm out of me.
