A Hamilton Family Christmas - Donna Kauffman Page 0,75
downright wicked. “I was just thinking that very same thing myself.”
He kissed her then, and she wrapped her arms around him and let his weight sink her fully into the bed. He kissed her with such intent, so steady, so constant, so…perfect. His hands on her were confident, but also almost reverent. He didn’t pause, didn’t question, but he made her feel cherished, indulged. She wasn’t even sure how or when each piece of their clothing came off—they seemed to melt away under clever fingers—she only knew that when she felt his warm, bare skin caressing hers, covering hers, she felt like she really had found heaven. Her heaven, anyway.
He started shifting his kisses from her mouth to her chin and she knew where he was leading this, and she was all for that…next time. Right now she wanted all of him, right where she needed him most, and she shifted beneath him moving her hips.
“I want so much more of this,” he murmured against her lips. “I feel like I’m starving, only I don’t know exactly where to begin the buffet.”
She laughed, then shifted her hips directly under his. “How about here…we’ll go back for appetizers and dessert later.”
He moved just enough to grab at the drawer handle of the nightstand. “I’m already protected,” she said, “and…it’s okay, if you’re—”
“I’m okay, too.”
She smiled up at him. “Then come here.”
“Have I mentioned how I like it when you’ve made up your mind about something?”
She smiled at that, and he slipped his arm under her back, beneath her hips, lifting her so effortlessly, but so her shorter body matched the longer length of his, where he could tease her, nudging her, and still kiss her at the same time. He paused, just as he began to push into her. “Holly…”
She was gripping his shoulders, but slid one hand to his face, touched his cheeks, his chin, ran her finger over his lips. “What?” she whispered.
His grin was slow and devastating and made her instinctively push up, taking him a tiny bit deeper inside of her. “This might just be my best Christmas ever,” he said.
She surprised herself by laughing. “Me, too. Christmas and birthday, all in one.” Then she wrapped one leg around his hips and lifted herself onto him, making him groan as he slid the rest of the way inside of her.
He was careful, with his larger size, her smaller frame, but they quickly found their rhythm, and laughter faded to soft moans, deep growls, and eventually, slowly, labored breathing and damp, heated skin, and climbing faster, and faster still. He tucked her up more firmly against his hips so he could sink deeper and connect her to him in a way that made him push her past that shimmering edge into the long, indescribable shudder of pleasure. Wave upon wave of it, until she felt him gather, and moved with him, tightening around him as if it were the most natural thing to do, taking him over the edge just as effortlessly and perfectly as he’d done with her.
He was careful not to collapse his weight on top of her, not that she thought she’d have minded. She couldn’t breathe anyway. Aftershocks were still tremors of exquisite sensation after exquisite sensation and her mind was everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time.
Their breathing gradually slowed, and she felt him search for her hand and weave his fingers through hers, then closing his hand around hers, so much bigger, so strong, so steady. Until she felt that slight tremor…and realized that maybe she was a steadying force for him, too. Something about that single gesture, as they lay there spent from ridiculously perfect first-time lovemaking…was the most intimate part of the entire act, and what had tears gathering sweetly at the corners of her eyes.
But before she could worry about them, or how he might interpret them, he was pulling her closer, tucking her against his broad chest. And she felt both of their bodies relax as if taking a huge, unwinding sigh of contentment. They both yawned at the same time, laughed sleepily at themselves, and snuggled more closely together.
“I have to leave early. Around five,” he said drowsily. “Market—have to buy produce. You can stay here. Long as you want.”
Stay. How wonderful that sounded, she thought. At that moment, she never wanted to leave. Holly slipped her arm across his waist, pushing away all real-world concerns for just a bit longer. “Mmm,” was all she managed