“Every wish I’ve ever had has already come true,” he murmured.
“Shit,” she breathed. “You meant that, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did. You know that, right?” He palmed her face gently.
Swallowing over a lump in her throat, she said, “Okay. That might have been the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me, and you’ve said a lot of sweet stuff since I met you last year. So you’re going to get something really special right now.”
His eyes smoldered. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
She kissed him. He tasted like coffee and toothpaste. Then she trailed her mouth slowly down his body, kissing and nibbling the spots he liked best. He was tense and hard when she reached the waistband of his pajama pants. She could see the outline of a full erection beneath the fabric.
“Is this what you mean by special?” he asked hoarsely.
“I think so. That good with you?”
“That’s just about the best Christmas morning I can imagine.”
She smiled as she teased him some more. Until he was visibly shaking. When she glanced up at his face, he hissed, “Please.”
Her body jerking with a rush of pleasure, she slid him fully into her mouth.
It didn’t take him very long to come. It never did when she took him like that. He reached climax with a long, low, helpless moan that filled her with both pride and pleasure.
When she finally let him slip out of her mouth, she kissed her way back up to his lips. He rolled them over with a groan so that he was on top, and he took control of the kiss.
She had no complaints about that arrangement. She was hot and pulsing and needy and emotional beneath him.
He kissed her for a long time. Then he caressed her for just as long. Finally he moved down her body and made her come over and over with his fingers and mouth. By the time he was finished, he was hard again, so she pushed him over onto his back so she could straddle him.
His hands moved over her body lovingly as she rode him until they finally held her face as she neared another orgasm. “I love you,” he murmured thickly, his eyes full of heat and trust and devotion. “I love you.”
She tried to say it back, but she was too close to climax. She made a little sobbing sound and came. He came right after her, and she didn’t find her voice again until she’d collapsed on top of him.
“I love you too,” she whispered. “So much.”
He stroked her hair. “Good.”
It didn’t seem to matter that they were hot and sweaty now and the bed and their bodies were wet with their fluids. They lay tangled together until they both drifted off to sleep.
Ruth didn’t sleep long. Barely half an hour. She was relaxed and sated and just as happy as before when she woke up again.
She giggled in the quiet room.
Carter laughed. “You’re never going to stop doing that, are you?”
“No. Probably not. Do you want me to?” She lifted her head to check his face.
There was no way not to see the adoration in his eyes. “Never stop.”
She promised him she wouldn’t, and that was a promise she never broke.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you haven’t yet read them, be sure to check out A Wedded Arrangement (about Lance and Savannah) and Wrong Wedding (about Lincoln and Summer). My next release will be another fake marriage/relationship romance, Purchased Husband. You can read an excerpt from it on the following pages.
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Excerpt from Purchased Husband
WHEN I WALK INTO AN Atlanta coffee shop the following day and see the best-looking man I’ve ever seen, I figure that’s got to be Damian.
Aurora from Companions for Hire showed me pictures of him when we discussed my needs. Tall and well-built with broad shoulders, long legs, and lean hips. Dark hair. Striking blue-green eyes. The perfectly chiseled features of a model for upscale cologne or luxury cars. The pictures were great, but also rather unreal. I could aesthetically see the man is handsome, but he didn’t really do it for me.