Page 29 of A Moon Lake Christmas Hero

It was like I’d flipped a switch. He had me out of my clothes and naked on the bed in seconds. He pushed my hands upward, curled my fingers around the antique headrest. “Keep them there. Do not move.”

I nodded. The thrill of the moment—his intensity both intoxicated me and turned me on.

He explored my body with his hands and tongue. Took his time to play with my breasts, to squeeze and sucked on my left nipple to the point of pain.

I groaned.

That’s when he backed off and turned to the other nipple for the same treatment, acutely in tune with my body’s reactions.

Then he slid farther down my body, trailed a path of kisses until he landed at my core.

I could feel his eyes on me, feel his fiery gaze singe my core.

Then he urged my thighs farther apart.

“Pretty like a flower.” He spread the moisture that flooded me.

Then he looked up, captured my gaze, sucked on his glistening finger, and groaned.

And I almost came. Without him even touching my clit. Without him or his fingers inside of me. My insides squeezed, and I could feel my orgasm already hovering just out of reach. “You’re killing me,” I said. My voice sounded raspy and strangled.

And he just smiled before he dove in. His lips sealed my folds, then he sucked and licked, zeroing in on my clit. His finger entered me, spread me—one, then two. He pushed them deep inside and upward, searching for that elusive spot that I was sure I didn’t have. Well, as sure as I could be with my limited sexual encounters, which had left me mostly unsatisfied and occasionally humiliated.

But this wasn’t like those.

This was entirely different.

James made a come-hither motion with his fingers and rubbed a spot that made me shoot off the mattress.

“Hands,” he growled, and I immediately put my hands back where they belonged.

Then he descended on my sex again, zeroed in on my clit, sucked, nibbled, while his fingers massaged that perfect spot. He found the perfect rhythm—an onslaught upon all of my senses. He lifted me up, higher, higher. Until all I could do was feel, moan, and hold on to the headrest for dear life.

It might’ve taken him seconds, or minutes, but he relentlessly pleasured me until he pushed me over the edge.

A scream.

His fingers and tongue prolonging my crescendo. Until I couldn’t bear it anymore, and he let up slowly.

It took me a minute to gain control back over my breathing. Though the fire inside was still burning brightly. “You’re overdressed for the occasion,” I said.

He grinned, and I loved the wrinkles that appeared around his mesmerizing blue eyes. “You’re sassy.”

I smiled. “Just with you.”

He scooted upwards and gave me a quick peck on the lips, then I helped him undress. Before he threw his jeans to the side, he fished out his wallet and pulled a condom from it while I was busy pushing his boxers down.

As soon as I freed his cock, it sprang right up. I swallowed. He was massive. I’d felt him earlier when I was in his lap, but I didn’t feel this—long, engorged, with a heavy vein running the entire length of his underside.

“Like what you see?”

I looked up at his eyes, the easy grin relaxing me a little.

“You’re big,” I said, stroking the full length.

He nodded. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

I smiled.

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