Page 61 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Like Christmas ambrosia, sweetness,” he growled. “I could dine on your nectar all day and night.”

Thank heavens he didn’t; she would have lost consciousness from so much pleasure. Instead, he moved up her body and with a single thrust, filled her to overflowing. Kyle, she learned, who was larger than life to the world, was equally impressive between the sheets. It stung a little, since it had been a while.

“Wrap your legs around my hips, and it will be easier.”

She raised them one at a time and locked her ankles at the small of his back. Unbelievably, he sank in a fraction further, but the little bite disappeared.

“Better?”

“Much. Can I touch you now?”

“Yes, now that I’m inside you, anything goes.”

“Thank you,” she groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and enfolded him with all fours.

His lips hovered over hers when he said in a throaty growl, “I’m gonna fuck you now, Dixie. Hard and fast. You want slow and easy, that’ll have to wait a while.”

“I’ve been ready for twelve long years; I’ll take you any way I can have you.”

“Oh, darlin’, what you could have saved us if you’d only said so.” His mouth lowered and sealed over hers and there were no more words, only the sound of heavy breathing, skin slapping skin, and squishy noises she’d rather not admit to, as well as some grunting, and lots of moans of shared bliss.

This too was better than any dream or fantasy. He felt good, smelled great, and fucked her better than any adjective could describe. She came once more alone, then again when he was near the end, slipped his arms beneath her knees, and went deeper, faster, and made her scream his name as her third orgasm claimed her.

Lucy meowed from somewhere in the room, as Kyle roared with his own release.

Chapter Seven

It snowed straight through the night and half the next morning. When it finally stopped, they had a total of twenty inches. The large snowfall was unusual for December, but not unheard of in the mountains. They still had no power, so kept to her room, warm in her bed, with piles of covers and their body heat doing the trick nicely. Lucy would periodically go to the door and demand to be let out, only to come back meowing in five minutes from the cold pervading the rest of the apartment.

With not much to do, they made love and talked, though mostly the former. And they laughed, especially when they dressed in six layers of clothing just to go to the kitchen and forage for food. Dixie’s cupboards didn’t have much to offer without benefit of a working microwave. Therefore, they dined on cheese and crackers, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and soda, which didn’t need ice because of the sub-freezing temps in her apartment. They also went through an entire pack of Oreos—Double Stuf, of course.

“Is there any other kind?” he asked. To which she replied teasingly, “Of course, there’s Golden Oreos.”

“Ugh, blasphemy!” he cried and ended up making her pay for that sorry lapse in judgement by tickling her until she admitted the original Oreo was by far the best.

That had led to more impassioned touches and incredible sex.

By late afternoon, they were getting a little stir-crazy and once they heard a snow plow make a pass down her street, decided to brave the elements and take the Expedition in search of more provisions.

With only half-boots in her closet, which wouldn’t do much to keep her dry in nearly two feet of snow, Kyle carried a giggling Dixie piggyback to his truck and deposited her backwards in her seat. He dropped a kiss on her smiling lips, spun her on her bottom until she was facing front, locked her seatbelt in place, then laid another wet one on her before closing the door. She then watched, laughing until she was breathless as he tramped through drifted snow past his knees in what seemed to her like slow motion, arms wind-milling at times to keep from either taking a nose dive or falling ass backwards in the deep snow. Finally, when she had tears rolling down her cheeks, he made it to his side of the vehicle.

He got in and started the engine, letting it warm up after sitting out in the frigid temperatures overnight. While he waited for the windshield to thaw, he leaned over and dragged her to him, his lips and tongue erasing her case of the giggles. He didn’t stop until the vents were blowing warm air and she was sighing pleasantly into his mouth.

“I should have made you listen, Dixie,” he said when he lifted his mouth a fraction,while gazing intently into her eyes.

Pulling back so she could see more of his expression, she blinked, not understanding.

“All those years wasted,” he began to explain, but paused to tug off a damp glove with his teeth. He then cradled her cheek with his hand. “When you wouldn’t answer my calls and kept walking away every time I stepped in the same room, I should have sat you down and made you hear me out. Barring that, I should have turned you over my knee and paddled your gorgeous ass when you didn’t.”

A sneaky grin tipped her lips. “You could have tried, big boy.”

“You think that I wouldn’t have?”

“Back then, with teenage Kyle, no.” Her mittened hand came up and caressed his face, still ruddy from the cold. “Bossy, worldly, alpha male Dr. Prescott, damn straight, so I’ll try not to give you a reason to.”

“Baby, you already have. In fact, maybe I should make up for lost time.”

“What do you mean?”

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