Page 30 of A Moon Lake Christmas Hero

He put on the condom, then settled between my legs.

“Do you want my hands back on the headboard?” I asked with a sass that made me feel sexy and insecure at the same time.

I’d never been sassy or felt sexy during sex. Had never felt this rush while being with a man. Usually, it was kind of bland. And on some level, I’d always been glad it was over. But not with him. With him, it was everything I’d read about in books.

And more.

“Nope,” he answered, “I want your hands on my body.” He looked at me, his eyes keeping me captive, in an intense, sensual kind of way. “All the time.” He nudged me with his nose, then kissed me again. “Hold on tight, little one.”

And with that, he invaded me slowly. It felt perfect and too much at the same time, the pressure, an almost burning sensation, though he took his time. Inch by inch, he thrust deeper, then retreated again.

He started out with long, slow movements while he rained fluttering kisses all over my face.

When he zeroed back in on my lips, I met his onslaught of desire with my own. I latched on to him, and our kisses turned into a dueling of our tongues, deep luscious kisses alternated by soft groans. He took my mind off his gentle invasion until he had me writhing under him.

My desire skyrocketed. “More. Faster.” I grabbed his ass cheeks.

What had started with trepidation about his size, had turned into a desperate urge for…more.

I couldn’t believe it, but I was coaxing him, ready for the exquisite friction to increase.

Ready for more.

Ready for him to plunge into me.

And I didn’t need to say it twice. He captured my lips, growled, and soon he was pounding into me, grounding his pubic bone against my clit until I was shuddering and ready to explode.

But this time, when he pushed me over the edge into a shattering orgasm, he joined me, and it felt perfect and satisfying and right.

JAMES

Iglanced at her sideways—somehow unsettled—before I focused back on the road to home. We hadn’t talked since making love, hadn’t talked about what it meant. Instead, we’d spent the night at that little apartment in the barn, making love over and over again, until we fell asleep out of pure exhaustion.

We’d had breakfast at Jessie and Alan’s, Jessie’s waggling eyebrows the only indication that our little escape hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Damn. I should’ve thought that through. Should’ve thought about what picture we were painting.

Erin would’ve had a tough enough time gaining the trust—as a nurse—in our small community as it was. And I—us—would make things much more difficult.

I didn’t like double standards in anything. But I wasn’t naïve enough to think people wouldn’t judge her much more harshly than they would me.

I should’ve kept my cock in my pants and courted her like she deserved.

She had a contract with the town, which made her basically my subordinate and me her boss.

You never mix work and pleasure. It was the golden rule I’d been following for years. No morally gray area there. Just plain black and white. Only, since Erin came into my life, it suddenly all turned into technicolor.

“Daddy, can we go swimming?”

I looked through the rearview mirror at Abby, who practically bounced in her booster seat.

“Of course, skittles.” At least it was only Saturday today, so I had the entire weekend off to spend with my girls. And Erin.

“Will Erin come with us?” Marley said.

Erin turned in her seat. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but I didn’t bring a swimsuit. Otherwise, I’d love to go swimming with you,” she said, turned back, and avoided looking at me.

I dialed before she could say another word, and Lisa picked up on the first ring. “James?”

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