Big Man for Christmas - Penny Wylder Page 0,16

now, wild blonde hair peeking out of her hat, green eyes glassy with emotion, there’s no possible explanation. My heart still belongs to Carley Farrell. It always has, and right now I’m sure that it always will.

The clothes she’s wearing aren’t the same. Not the shapeless cover-alls of this afternoon. No, she’s wearing jeans that look like they’re painted on her skin, and a shirt with a jacket that shows me exactly the curves that I imagined. God, I want to touch her.

Carley doesn’t say anything as she comes closer. Slowly, hesitantly. Like she’s unsure of herself for being here. But she still came. She’s thinking about me the same way that I’ve been thinking about her.

I set my guitar down on the seat next to mine, and stand as she climbs the steps onto the porch. We’re trapped in a moment, and it doesn’t feel right to speak.

She stops right in front of me, once again her breath shivering visibly into the air. The only sounds are those of our breath and the buzz of that heater. Though right now I think I’m hotter than the damn thing. I’m a fucking inferno, burning for this beautiful woman in front of me.

Carley doesn’t speak, and she’s not looking at me. She’s staring straight into my chest, and I see her fingers twitch like she wants to reach for me and doesn’t dare to. But we can do this. Carley was the one that pulled us into the woods all those years ago. I can take the lead here. I’m happy too. I want to lead Carley to pleasure again and again, and then I don’t want to ever let her go.

I tilt her face up to mine and take in those eyes. They’re so beautiful and so perfect. Green depths that I could get lost in forever. And I want to. Right now, her gaze is reaching mine, looking for the answer to the question that she’s asking.

Slowly, I brush my lips across hers. Nothing but a light kiss, testing to see if this is why she’s here. Carley gasps, and I kiss her again. Softly. Gently. Trying not to break this delicate moment. And then she kisses me back.

Neither of us rush, testing these new waters. But God, it’s taking every ounce of will that I have to keep it slow and not consume her all at once. Carley raises her arms and puts them around my neck, and I slip my arms behind her back and pull her hard against me. I’m not letting her go. Not now.

She gasps again under my lips and I deepen the kiss. She tastes sweet. Like apple cider and sugar and cinnamon. All good and warm things. I tease her tongue with mine, drawing it out to dance.

More fire is unleashed inside me. A kiss hasn’t set me ablaze like this since the last time that we kissed. I need more of her. All of her. I kiss her harder and she meets me with the same energy. The same passion. Trying to consume each other until we’re both out of breath and still trying not to stop.

Carley’s hands slide down my shoulders and inside my jacket, stroking down my body until she finds the hem of my shirt and starts to explore underneath it. Her hands are cold from her walk over here, and they feel like ice on my overheated skin. The contrast makes me shudder. I have a vision of her cold hands stroking my very, very hot cock and wonder how it would feel.

I groan into the kiss as she traces the ridges of my stomach with her fingers, hands quickly warming as she absorbs my heat. But still her hands burn me. Brand me. Mark me in an invisible way that she’ll never understand.

There’s no way we’re making it upstairs to my bedroom. I want to spread her out and take her slowly, but that can happen later. Right now, I need to be inside her, and I don’t think that either of us can wait even the seconds to make it inside. Thank fuck there’s a heater out here.

“You know what I thought about today?” she asks quietly.

“Tell me.”

“That night,” she says, tugging on my jacket and pulling me down to the porch floor. “It was so good that I almost turned you over and rode you again. Before I saw the condom.”

I pull her down onto my lap, immediately catching where she’s going, but I