Page 54 of Christmas in Whitehorn
As she went to wrap her arms around him, she found herself trapped against the sofa. Sitting next to each other made the logistics awkward at best. She started to move, then remembered his tender ankle.
“We have a problem,” she said, pulling away and gazing at him.
He took her hand and drew it down to his crotch. “I think maybe ‘massive’ would be a better description. Certainly not ‘problem.”’
She closed her fingers around his arousal. Just knowing how much he wanted her made her go all soft. Soft to his hard. She shivered slightly.
“I meant your ankle,” she said. “Our positions here are a little awkward. I’m not sure how to make it easier.”
“You could help me into your bedroom.”
“Yes, I could.”
She rose to her feet, then helped him to his. An hour ago, she’d been furious and hurt. Now she simply wanted to make love with him.
They moved slowly toward the hall. He hopped, while allowing her to support some of his weight. When they entered her bedroom, they headed for the bed. Mark sat on the mattress, then reached for her, pulling her between his parted legs.
“What about your ankle?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and bent toward him.
“Let me worry about that.”
They kissed, tongues circling and dancing in a pattern they’d created for just the two of them. The deep, intimate contact made her toes curl. His hands leisurely stroked up and down her back, drawing her closer while touching her all over. He cupped her rear, squeezing the curves, then stroked her hips. From there his hands journeyed up toward her chest.
He avoided her breasts, instead running his fingers along her arms. Even through her long-sleeved shirt she felt the warmth of his touch. She shivered, then sighed.
He returned to her waist where he pulled her shirt free of her jeans. As he nibbled her lower lip and breathed her name, he began to unfasten the buttons. One by one. Slowly. Cool air tickled along her bare skin, then her shoulders and arms as he drew off the shirt. He reached for her bra hooks and unfastened them. She dropped her arms to her side and let the garment slip to the floor.
Her breasts were already swollen in anticipation, her nipples tight. When he broke the kiss on her lips, she caught her breath in anticipation of those same actions repeated on another sensitive spot.
He read her mind. His hands pressed on her back, urging her forward until he licked her right nipple. Darcy held in a scream. Fire flared from that single point of contact, heating her other breast, her chest, then searing down between her legs. She felt herself dampen instantly. Her jeans felt too tight. Hunger filled her—hunger brought on by a need so powerful she knew she would die if he didn’t touch her intimately.
He licked her, moving from breast to breast, then breathing against the valley between. He bent his head and nipped the sensitive skin on her side.
“I want you,” he said, raising his gaze to hers.
She saw the need in his eyes, the passion flaring there. She bent to kiss him, as she reached for the buttons on his shirt.
Her fingers fumbled as her tongue mated with his. Laughing softly, they broke apart to remove the rest of their clothes.
“We need to be careful,” she reminded him as he gingerly removed the sock on his swollen ankle. “Are you sure about this?”
Mark pulled off his briefs. His arousal sprang free. “Does that answer your question?”
Her gaze lingered on that most male part of him. She liked the shape of him, the way she could hold him and feel the heavy pulse of his blood.
“It’s a very visual reply,” she murmured.
He eased himself back on the bed. “I don’t think we’re going to have a problem,” he said. “As long as you don’t mind being on top.”
Darcy had never been completely comfortable with her body. At least not in the company of other people. But with Mark she felt safe. He’d touched every part of her and his obvious pleasure in pleasing her had made her stop worrying that she wasn’t perfect enough.
“I can be on top,” she told him, then imagined herself straddling him, his arousal thrusting into her.
“Good, then come here.”
He drew her to him, shifting her so that they faced each other. She stared into his eyes, watching his pupils dilate when she reached down to stoke him.
“Two can play at that game,” he teased, brushing her hand away and slipping his fingers between her thighs.
