My Fake Christmas Fiance (Kane Christmas #1) - Julie Kriss Page 0,47

could see the happy trail on his lower belly and his hipbones. Then he lowered another inch. I could almost see—

The lights went out.

Not just the lamp on the desk—all the lights. Outside the window, the neighboring buildings went dark and the streetlights went out, too. There was nothing but darkness and quiet and falling snow.

I blinked, my eyes trying to adjust in the inky blackness. The first thing I thought was Damn it, now I can’t see Wes naked.

“Huh,” Wes said, his voice unconcerned. “Looks like there’s a power problem from the storm.” Then I heard the rustle of fabric as he dropped his boxer shorts.

I groaned in frustration, and he laughed.

“Your turn,” he said. I felt his hand grasp mine and he tugged me away from the desk, toward him. I came up against a dark expanse of warm, muscled male body. And a very interested part of the male anatomy.

“Turn around,” he said softly, putting his hand on my waist and turning me. This time I let him take my zipper down, let the dress sag from my shoulders. He pushed the hair aside from the back of my neck and kissed it, and I shivered.

“Merry Christmas, Penny,” he said, his voice rough as he lowered the dress to the floor. I stepped out of my heels as he unhooked my bra and helped me drop it. Then his big, warm hands took off my panties.

We were both completely naked in the dark now. The snow fell past the window and there were no sounds from the party, no sounds from the street. It was just Wes and me, and in this moment it felt like we were in a world composed of just the two of us, in the dark. There was no real world to interrupt us. I turned and ran my hands down his chest, his stomach, as my body went warm. He put a hand to the back of my head and kissed me.

I moaned into his mouth, still running my hands over him as the kiss went long and deep. I couldn’t get enough of his skin, the feel of the soft tufts of hair on his chest and below his belly button, the way his muscles moved in his arms and his back, his hips, the curve of his bare ass. Without being able to see him—except as a shadow among shadows—I could only feel him, smell him, taste him. Each sense was richer and more arousing than the last.

He felt me, too, his palms moving over my breasts, his fingers gently rubbing my nipples, making pleasure pulse through me. He wound one hand into my hair and ran the other over the curve of my ass as he kissed me. I was desperate for him.

He had a sofa in his office; I knew it by memory, and I could see the shadow of it in the dark. I pushed him back toward it. He obeyed at first, and then he stopped, breaking the kiss.

“Condom,” he said. “I put one in my wallet.”

I smiled against his mouth. “Didn’t you say that was cheesy?”

“I decided to be prepared.” He nipped my bottom lip. “In case I got you naked.”

He broke away from me and found his pants on the floor in the dark. He took his wallet from the pocket and moved through the room to sit on the sofa. “Come here,” he said.

Maybe the lights would come back on soon. Maybe they’d be out all night. But right now my eyes had adjusted enough that I could see the shape of him on the sofa. I walked to him and straddled him, lowering myself down onto his thighs, my hands on his shoulders.

Wes moaned. “Penny. You’re killing me with how sexy you are. I think I’ve fantasized about that exact move.”

“Which one?” I felt powerful, beautiful, like a woman who could bring a man to his knees. Though I only wanted to bring this man to his knees. “This one?” I lifted up from his thighs, pressing into his shoulders and brushing my breasts against his eager mouth. Then I lowered myself again.

“Definitely that one,” he said, grabbing his wallet and sliding the condom packet out. I heard the foil tear in the dark, and then he was ready. He put his hands on my hips and guided me over his cock. “Practice it again.”

I couldn’t wait another second. I lifted up as he positioned himself beneath me, and then I