Mistletoe and Mayhem - Cheryl Bolen Page 0,379

she gently squeezed. When she caressed his buttocks, he looked as if he wanted to devour her, or consume her. She worked her way back to his enormous erection and her trepidation grew, along with her desire.

He read her like a book, his half smile lifting the corners of his mouth, his dimples adding to the air of cockiness. When she wrapped her fingers back around his erection, his smile widened with a hint of purring masculine self-assurance in it.

He knew he was a magnificent specimen of manhood.

And he was oh, so right.

He didn’t give her time to do any more thinking. He nuzzled her back until she lay flat on the bed. He let his body press her into the mattress and she reveled in the feel of naked flesh to naked flesh. His hardness to her softness.

He found her hands and locked his fingers with hers and drew them up over her head. It made her breasts press into his chest and her nipples ached where his chest hair abraded them.

She waited as he used his knees to spread her wide beneath him and his erection probed between her thighs.

“I love you,” she said, and she pressed a kiss to his lips.

He held still above her, and they simply stared at each other. “I love you more than you will ever know.” As he uttered the words she loved to hear, he took her lips in a bruising kiss while his fingers found her woman’s nub and soon she was squirming beneath him, all thoughts gone. All she could focus on was the sensations gripping her body.

Her hands sunk into his thick curls, holding his head exactly where she could deepen the kiss, battling for some control.

She dug her feet into the mattress, lifting her hips to demand, nay beg for what she was not sure.

All her body recognized was that she wanted him in her.

As if reading her mind she felt his cock, like a brand of heat and incredibly hard, probe her entrance where his fingers had suddenly left her.

Please God, let him take me now. And she almost cried out in frustration when he kept kissing her but did not enter her.

She sent her hands flowing down his back, savoring the solid steel of muscles bunching beneath her palms, to grip his buttocks, trying to drag him closer.

“Patience, my beautiful mermaid.” But he grasped his hard shaft and slowly, teasingly moved the swollen head between her slick folds, swiping it several times over her sensitized nub until she thought she’d faint with need. At the same time he sucked one nipple deep within his mouth and as he bit down lightly her world exploded behind her eyelids. She cried out, and as her body was swamped with delicious, exquisite ripples of pleasure, he thrust deep inside her.

She bucked and drew in a deep breath as pain sliced through her pleasure.

He held himself still and showered her face and chest and breasts in kisses.

The pain subsided and it was only when her eyes flew wide open that she realized she was gripping his hair, almost pulling it from his scalp. She quickly loosened her grip.

“Tell me I still have hair,” he joked.

“That did not hurt that much, the pleasure you gave me helped. When can we do it again?”

A chuckle rose from deep in his chest. “We haven’t finished, my sweet.” With that, he pulled himself out and then slowly pushed back in.

He was still as hard as rock and her body welcomed him into its heat.

“Raise your hips to meet me,” he whispered harshly.

She obeyed gladly, and a cry of discovery broke in her throat. The sensation of him moving in and out of her made her body soften, made her seek his hardness, and the pleasure rose deep within her once more.

Her body knew what to do in this dance that was as old as time. Each thrust and counter thrust drew a tightening response from her body. Soon her eyes had to close as sensations bombarded her once more.

Blade played her body as if a maestro. Each thrust and counterthrust in perfect accord. His thrusts grew deeper, more powerful, and her body was at fever pitch. She greedily reached for some point in the tunnel ahead, beckoning, urging, and promising more magic.

Her eyes flew open when he grasped her leg, hooking her knee above his hip. She needed no further encouragement as her other leg rose and gripped his flanks as he increased