Page 20 of Hard Candy Christmas

“My ex was my last, Chase. I still trust you.”

I bent down to kiss her as I slid my dick into her core.

It was heaven.

It was perfect.

It was like being home.

A thought I knew I shouldn’t focus on but couldn’t help.

With an ease like no time had passed between us, I moved, pushing into her. And her body followed, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“It’s never felt as good,” I mumbled, lifting up to look at her.

She smiled, easily wrapping me up in a spell. The lights surrounding us and on us, made it feel like something so different than a floor in the living room.

The feel of her body beneath mine, the feel of her center wrapped tightly around my cock, the nails digging into my back, it was all right. All amazing.

And hell, I never wanted to leave this cocoon.

“Same here, sweetheart.”

I took her lips in another deep kiss, my tongue matching my cock as they both moved in and out, teasing and tormenting.What was it about this woman that had me seeing stars? To want to please her as much as I could and then annoy her?

Whatever it was, she hadn’t left my system all those years ago like I thought she had.

And when I thought I was just easing some tension, I could help but wonder now, if I was setting myself up to go down another road of loss and heartache?

“Come with me,” I whispered as I kissed along her neck.

We couldn’t be any closer, her breasts pushed against my chest, her legs wrapped around me, the strand probably being the only thing keeping us from being one.

And actually, I found that rather hot.

“Take me there,” she told me again. Her words urged me on, making my hips faster and then her breath caught, and she tossed her head back. I swear, I saw stars as she clenched around me, sending me over the mountain with her.

And as I stared down at her, caught in the glow of the oranges, reds, and whites, I knew I had to steel myself for the end that would come. Because with this woman, this gorgeous, funny, take-no-shit woman, there was always an end.

Chapter Eleven

Belinda

Iwrapped the flannel shirt he gave me tighter around me and leaned against the counter as I watched him.

He was mighty sexy walking around the kitchen as if he knew what he was doing in nothing more than a pair of Wranglers, that had the button undone.

Why that was sexy, I wasn’t sure, but he was doing a number on me!

And like this, I can see every tattoo. Like the one on his arm, which is a beautiful piece of Mother Mary. Add on the ones on his chest, his ribcage, plus the one on his leg and I’m fully drooling.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes floated over my body, landing on the hem of the shirt that honestly barely covered my ass. I’m sure he didn’t mind though.

“What does it look like? Baking Christmas cookies.”

I eyed the ingredients and then shook my head. Truthfully, he was going to end up making a bigger mess than actually making the cookies.

“Oh, please let me help you.”

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