Page 28 of A Moon Lake Christmas Hero

She looked at her toes, anywhere, then at me, clearly uncomfortable in my presence. I took another step back, which brought me back to the door. Making her uncomfortable was never my intention. I felt sick to my stomach.

“You told me to speak my mind,” she said.

I nodded.

“Would it be okay if I wanted you to have brought me up here to have sex?”

ERIN

Icouldn’t believe my boldness, was speechless and embarrassed by my own desires…and words.

Even though they were true. Even though it was exactly what I wanted.

And then I met his gaze head-on.

The fire in his eyes zinged me and lit my whole body into flames.

He clicked the lock in place, and the sound elicited a reverberating squeeze deep inside of me.

He crossed the room in three steps, had me in his arms in no time, and when his tongue invaded me, it felt dangerous and perfect and exciting all at once.

He kissed me like a starving man, and maybe he had been starving because I sure had.

And so I gave back, just as good as I got. I felt strangely empowered to take what I wanted, to say what I wanted.

When was the last time that even mattered?

But it mattered right now.

Our tongues dueled. His hands roamed my body while mine fumbled to open the buttons on his shirt.

“Erin?”

“Hmm?”

“Erin, stop.” He grabbed my hands and stilled them against his stone-hard stomach. “Is this really what you want?”

I smiled. Hell, yeah, I wanted this. “Yes.”

“You sure?”

I grinned, then my smile fell. Did he not want this? “If you want to stop, we could just go back?—”

He cut me off with a bruising kiss. “I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. The moment I took you in my arms yesterday.

“I wanted you when I saw you in my guest room this morning, all disheveled and sleepy in my shirt. I wanted you when I kissed you in the garage and when I had you in my lap earlier. I want you, Erin Roberts.”

He winked at me and smiled again.

I’d never had a man use so many words before, never had a man tell me outright how much he desired me.

He stepped closer still, leaned down, and whispered against my ear again, “And I want you naked and spread-eagled on this bed. I want to see every inch of your body—taste every inch of your body. I want to hear your moans, and I want to witness you come. I want to play with your gorgeous breasts until you sigh, and then I want to taste you on my lips until you scream my name.”

My breath got stuck, and I could feel moisture and heat flood my core. How could this man turn me on like this with just his words? “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

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