My Fake Christmas Fiance (Kane Christmas #1) - Julie Kriss Page 0,39

to watch you do it every day.”

“I can’t handle that,” I panted.

“Every other day, then.”

Was he serious? I could make a schedule if he wanted one. It was my superpower. “Okay.”

He grinned at me and sat back, opening the condom wrapper and rolling it on. I watched. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I took back my earlier denial. I wanted to watch him do that every day.

Wes slid his hands to my hips, then up my belly to my breasts. He touched them softly, with perfect focus. The grin on his lips was gone.

I was hypnotized. I’d never seen this side of Wes, even when we were doing dirty things in front of my fireplace. He wasn’t his charming, funny self in this moment. He was darker, in complete control, his entire focus on my body. If my breathing changed, he would hear it. If my pulse sped up, he would feel it. In this moment, I was the only thing in the world.

He adjusted his knees, bracing himself, and then he moved my hips. He placed my legs gently around his hips, moving my knees just so as I watched, fascinated. He leaned forward, putting one hand to the bed and giving me a view of his delicious, flexed arm. He lowered his head and licked one of my nipples, and then the other, making me shiver.

He kissed his way up my clavicle to the side of my neck. He adjusted his hips over me. And then he pressed—slowly, slowly—inside me.

I hissed in a breath. It had been a long time, and despite the orgasm and how wet I was, I could feel myself squeezing him. The sensation was delicious and almost painful, and both of us relished it as he moved slowly, as my body took him in, adjusting slickly to him.

He gave a low groan from deep in his throat. “God, Penny, you’re going to kill me.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged him.

He didn’t. He didn’t speed up, either. He kept the same slow, sure pace as he pushed further inside me, then further again, until he was all the way in. We were so close in that moment that I could hear his rough breath and feel the pounding of his heart in his chest. I could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he held himself over me and inside me. I could smell his skin and the tang of both of our sweat mixed together. I had never been so close to another person in my life.

He moved slowly out of me, then in again. The daylight filtering through his bedroom curtains meant that I could see him, the planes of his skin, the muscles of his shoulders moving as he shifted his weight. He looked into my eyes and I could see every line of his face. Wes’s face. It was so gorgeous I couldn’t breathe.

He lowered down and kissed my mouth, slow and sure, the same way he was moving in me. What had started out as a naughty midday quickie had turned into—what was it, exactly? I didn’t know anymore. I only knew I didn’t want it to stop.

I didn’t want any of this to stop.

I shifted under him, gripping him with my knees. Wes broke the kiss and pushed up, and now we could see where we were joined, where he was moving in and out of me. The sight was so dirty and hot and erotic I felt my mind go blank. He was taking me, having me, and we were watching it together.

The sight of it, and the angle he hit as he moved in me—I could feel the pleasure building again, so quick and intense it was almost painful. “Wes,” I groaned, gripping his arms and digging my nails in, warning him. “I’m—”

“Do it,” he said roughly. “Do it, Penny. I want to watch.”

The orgasm was harsh this time, a hard stab of incredible pleasure. Wes watched me, and I didn’t care. As I came down he moved in me harder and faster, taking his own pleasure, and then he came with a heavy breath, taking his time with it, letting his own orgasm stretch on and on.

When he finished, he rolled off me and lay on his back next to me, both of us breathing hard. My mind spun. My heart squeezed. My body was very, very happy.

Wes caught my hand with his and squeezed it without a word, and I knew he was