My Fake Christmas Fiance (Kane Christmas #1) - Julie Kriss Page 0,38

pity on me and undid the button with a single movement, then lowered the zipper and slid the skirt off my hips. Now I was mostly undressed while he was still wearing most of his clothes, including his tie.

That didn’t last long. Wes rose to his knees and got rid of the tie, then the shirt. When he got off the bed to remove his shoes and pants, he paused and looked at me on the bed, running a hand through his hair. “Jesus, Penny,” he said.

I raised myself on my elbows. “What? Is something wrong?”

“Is something wrong?” He laughed, the sound pained. “Look at you. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I looked down at myself. I was wearing my practical cream-colored bra and panties, an open blouse, and nothing else. I hadn’t put underwear on this morning thinking I’m totally going to have sex today. I never thought that any morning, to be honest. I was going to have to rethink that when I got dressed every day.

“Why did we stop last time?” Wes asked me, his gaze never leaving my body. I liked that look. I really, really did.

“I don’t remember. I don’t want to stop this time.”

He made a low moan that sounded pained again. Then he ran a hand through his hair as I stared blatantly at his chest. “Condom,” he said, remembering. “I need a condom. I have some somewhere. Hold on.”

Hopping out of his pants in the most charming, sexy way I’d ever seen, he left the room. I heard him down the hall in the bathroom, opening cupboards and drawers.

I let my blouse drop from my shoulders and fall to the floor. “Come on, playboy,” I called to him, teasing. “You must have a hundred of them.”

“It’s been a year!” he called back. “I don’t even carry one in my wallet anymore. It just seemed cheesy. I can’t remember where I put the box.”

My heart did a turn in my chest, mixing with the effect all of the crazy sex hormones in my body. It was something about the way he said it, the way he’d changed his ways without needing to ask and without a word of complaint. I could fall for this guy, I thought, and following that thought was another: I probably shouldn’t fall for him.

I pushed the thoughts away when I heard a cry of triumph from the bathroom, and Wes came back into the bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that took my breath away and holding up a strip of condoms. He tossed them onto the bedside table and got back onto the bed with me, all of his taut skin warm against mine, his weight against me. I could smell his delicious smell and feel how rock hard he was in his briefs. And I knew this was going to be very, very good.

He kissed me again, long and deep, and then my bra was off—I wasn’t sure which one of us did it—and my panties were off, too, and he was kissing his way down between my legs, and then he was there. I’d had exactly one boyfriend who had ever done this, and I realized all of a sudden that he’d been terrible at it, because Wes Kane was incredibly good. So good I lost my mind, lifting my hips off the bed and making embarrassing sounds. And he didn’t care. He pinned my hips back down and changed his angle and paid no attention to the sounds I was making.

It was too much and not enough at the same time. I wanted him to stop so I could catch my breath, and I wanted him to do more. I felt like something was cracking open deep inside me, something that had always kept itself tightly locked. It had been locked for so long that I’d stopped noticing it, and I couldn’t remember why it was locked in the first place. I only knew that now was the time for it to open.

Wes added his finger to the magic he was performing, and then he added a second finger, and then I was flying, my orgasm making my mind spin out. The pleasure went on and on, even as Wes kissed his way back up my body and got rid of the sexy boxer briefs. He was even hotter without them.

“I love watching you do that,” he said roughly as he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. “I want