Mistletoe and Mayhem - Cheryl Bolen Page 0,194

you are in need of additional assistance—"

He removed the breeches in record time. "I have a task in mind, actually."

"It cannot be deemed a task," she said, "not when it brings such pleasure."

Simply hearing her utter the word "pleasure" caused his body to respond in a riotous fashion. She watched his reactions, all while peeling away the rest of her clothing and throwing it aside without any concern for where it landed. He was her sole focus. It was exhilarating.

Desmond raced to her, tumbling them both onto the silk counterpane, his senses reeling from her bare skin melded to his. He moved against her, relishing the feel of touching her everywhere, without any constraints. She pulled his head down for another kiss. This one lasted for an eternity and still was over too quickly.

Yet he needed more than just kisses. Her quickened breaths told him she needed more, too. He lavished his attention everywhere—her lips, her eyelids, her elegant neck. His hands explored every bare inch exposed to his gaze. Her curves enticed him. Her responses incited him.

He moved until his mouth was hovering over the spot that had created such pleasure for her earlier. He lowered his head, while she gently raised toward him. The meeting was a perfect one. He gripped her lush bottom, intent on pleasuring her while trying to keep his own need at bay. It became even more of a challenge with her every moan of delight.

He could feel his need increasing, and did not know how long he could hold off. In the next instant, she broke apart, wailing his name.

He reveled in every moment of her release, his heart pounding, his senses ready to explode. Lorelei reached her hands toward him.

He did not hesitate. He entered her slowly, nearly light-headed from the exquisite pleasure of her heat surrounding him. She circled her arms and legs around him. He rocked against her, pushing deeper, and she tightened, squeezing him and then releasing. Desmond caught his breath. This temptress would be the end of him. He was unable to resist her, though. In truth, he would never try to resist.

It was now his goal to ensure she could not resist him.

He spun them until he was laying on the mattress, and Lorelei was atop him. She continued to rock against him. He increased the pace, thrilled to see the pink flush across her chest, her nipples tightening, too. Her movements became more frenzied, matching his emotions. He rubbed the spot between her thighs while she rode him. She placed her hands on his chest, pressing her bottom harder against him.

He could hold back no longer. He grabbed her nape and held her tightly while he plunged deeper inside. She matched his every move. When she cried out, Desmond did, too, embracing her while swamped with a passionate release like nothing he had ever known.

One he never wanted to know with anyone but Lorelei.

Desmond watched as Lorelei opened her eyes. They were bright, filled with happiness. The self-satisfied smile she added convinced him of that, as well.

She gave him a kiss. "You have definitely persuaded me."

His heart did a hopeful dance. "Really?"

"I am glad you insisted I exclude ivy from this room. I cannot wait to overindulge again."

He brushed aside the flicker of disappointment. "I can definitely agree with that. I shall need a moment's respite, however. To my surprise, and utter delight, it is quite exhausting having a temptress in my bed."

"Do you need sustenance?" When he leaned towards her, she laughed. "I meant food. And perhaps wine."

"I suppose those will suffice for now. But we will have to find them ourselves. It seemed a good idea to send everyone off, but now, with the snow, they cannot easily return."

"I hope they left us something behind. It would be a shame for you to waste away, unable to satisfy our desires."

Desmond laughed. "I would not worry about that just yet. Come. Let us see what the kitchens have, so we can fortify ourselves for future overindulgences."

Lorelei scooted down from the bed. She grabbed his shirt from its perch on the arm of a nearby chair and slipped it over her head.

"Quite fetching," he said. "Though now I shall have to find something else for myself."

"Your breeches should be sufficient. After all, we are quite alone, so there is no need to worry about causing a scandal."

He pulled her close. "I like causing a scandal, especially with you."

"We shall add it to the list."

"What list is