Christmas Kisses with My Cowboy - Diana Palmer Page 0,118

the back of his neck, and brought his head down for a kiss.

After letting his dad rile him up, Ted certainly wasn’t in the mood to stop her. He kissed her until he was pressed against her from knee to forehead and she was practically glued to the washing machine. With a groan, he set her on top of the dryer, and she parted her knees to let him even closer. Within seconds, he was hard and undulating his hips in the same rhythm as his kisses.

Her fingers curled around the bottom of his T-shirt and tugged. He shucked off his plaid shirt and bent his head to allow her to pull the cotton undershirt off him. She scraped her nails over his back and he shuddered, wanting more.

“May I?” he breathed against her shoulder, and bit her neck as she sighed his name.

“Do what?”

“Take some of your many layers of clothing off?”

She enthusiastically helped him remove her big sweater and T-shirt, and undid her jeans. He slid his hand past her open zipper and cupped her mound.

“Here?”

“God, yes.” She arched her hips, letting him pull the denim down her legs to expose her plain, cotton panties.

Ted had never seen anything more alluring in his life. He leaned in, breathing the scent of her arousal, and set a wet kiss over her already-damp panties. His fingers followed his questing mouth and soon he was in heaven, his tongue tasting her, his thumb planted firmly on her bud until she was writhing against him. He pushed deeper, and was rewarded with her cry of release and a hand in his hair that demanded everything.

He eased her down, kissing his way along her now-lax thighs until he was able to look up at her. She’d planted one hand behind her and was leaning back like an arched bow, her mouth soft and her eyes still glazed with pleasure. Ted felt a flicker of pride that he’d helped put that particular expression on her face.

She caught his eye. “You iron, do laundry, and put a woman’s needs first? Why hasn’t any sane woman snapped you up?”

He shrugged and kissed his way up over her stomach. “I have no idea.”

She stroked the back of his neck as he gave one hundred percent of his attention to her lush breasts.

“Any chance we can make use of those nice clean sheets on your bed right now?” Veronica breathed.

He picked her up, making her gasp, and planted a smacking kiss on her cheek. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She bit her lip, that sense of uncertainty still there. “That is, if you don’t think we’re moving too fast, or—”

“I don’t.” He laid her in the middle of his big bed and went to shut the door. “I’m totally okay with this as long as you are.”

He climbed onto the bed and settled himself over her, his elbows locked, his hand flat on the mattress. She reached out and ran her fingernail along the waist of his jeans, making him suck in a breath.

“You look kind of uncomfortable. Can I help with that?”

He nodded wordlessly as she dealt with his belt, button, and zipper, and released the aching pressure on his cock. He helped by pushing his jeans down and somehow getting them off, leaving him in just his black boxers.

“Nice.” She breathed against his most precious possession and stroked her finger up the hard thrust of his covered shaft. He gently took her hand in his.

“If you touch me right now, I’ll come, so can we get back to this bit?”

She grinned at him. “If you’re sure.”

“Oh, I am.” He nodded fervently and reached out to the drawer on his nightstand to find protection. “Just give me a minute and I’ll prove it to you.”

* * *

Veronica lay back on the crisp sheets and watched the flex of Ted’s muscles as he loomed over her. She reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra and freed her breasts. His breath stuttered as he stared down at her. There was no mistaking the absolute adoration and heat in his gaze. For the first time in forever, she felt completely at ease with her body in front of a man.

She hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties and gave him an inquiring glance. He nodded silently, one hand cupping his erection, the other reaching to caress her breast. And then he was all over her, kissing, fondling, and learning every inch of her skin until she