Page 69 of Catching the Mistletoe

“I know.” He settled between my legs, his tip nudging me. “Yes?”

I wrapped my legs around his hips. I was so hot for him I could combust. “Absolutely yes.”

He pushed forward, slow and sweet and oh god, it was so amazing. Mack was watching me so closely, his hazel eyes dark, his jaw clenched with the effort of going slow. I loved it, every single second of it, the way his body worked into mine, his hips flexing, his breath warm on my skin.

“Wait.”

He stopped instantly, and I shifted my hips, getting used to the sensation of his cock pushing into me. He kept perfectly still as I adjusted the angle, forcing myself to relax so I could take him deeper, until he was buried to the hilt.

“Kiss me.”

He did, his lips hot and sweet, his tongue stroking mine.

“What now?” I asked when he finally raised his head.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. I mean, I’m not gonna lie, it is a bit weird, but also really good. I want more.”

With a smile, he rocked his hips, giving me a little bit of friction. “Oh god, yes, like that.”

Taking my hands, he lifted them above my head, linking his fingers with mine and kissing me again as he moved, ever so slowly, his cock stroking me so deep inside. I loved the way he moved, his body covering mine, his breath fanning across my cheek, his fingers tightening on mine.

“I think I want...”

“Yes?”

“A bit faster.”

Mack did as I asked, his hips moving a little quicker, a little harder. Fuck, it was so good, the way he was holding back, his restraint making it even sexier.

Our gazes locked, Mack’s hazel eyes blazing into mine as he moved so carefully. There was a reverence in his touch, unnamed emotions swirling in his eyes.

“I love this,” I whispered. “I love the way you’re moving, the way you’re touching me. I love...” My mindless whisperings trailed off. Mack didn’t respond, but I felt the shift in him, the way he moved, his control slipping just a little bit.

“Arabella.” He sounded broken, his voice husky and rough.

“Give me more, Mack. Give me everything.”

He did, his hips moving faster, his cock pumping into me. It was perfect, the way we were together, his body so hot and strong. Then he shifted his weight, his hands disentangling from mine so he could touch me, his fingers finding my clit, his touch sure and steady.

“Oh god.”

“Yes.”

My orgasm was building, the heat swirling inside me, Mack’s movements pushing me higher and higher.

“Mack.”

“Yes.”

I felt his control weakening, and he moved, his hips pumping, his fingers working their magic, his eyes never leaving mine. I was held, spellbound, losing myself in him as the heat coiled tighter and tighter.

“Come for me, Arabella. Come for me.”

I did, my body clenching around him, the heat exploding, sending me shuddering and shaking, my back arching off the bed as the pleasure hit me like a fireball.

Mack was right with me, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing until he went rigid, spilling inside me before collapsing. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck. Oh god, I was going to cry. I couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard I tried not to.

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