Page 30 of Welcome Home for Christmas
Chapter 8
Troy studied Allison’s face, all flushed, eyes closed, lips parted. It was enough to make his lower half extremely uncomfortable. He trailed a hand up from her waist under the hem of her shirt, touching her satin-soft skin. Everything she wasn’t saying was crystal clear in her actions. Orreactionsto his touch. He lifted her shirt slowly, eyes planted on her, ready to stop if she asked him to.
His gaze flicked down. She was wearing a conservative white bra with just a touch of lace lining the cup. The bra squeezed her breasts together, making cleavage that he wanted to bury his head in.
Lifting a finger, he traced the deep line her cleavage made. Allison moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering shut. She was so reactive, which told him she was like dry brush during fire season. The conditions were right. Explosive even. He could ignite her so easily, which was tempting. He loved to please a woman as much as the next guy. And his cock was more than ready to shoot Allison to the moon and back. His cock wasn’t getting any action tonight, though. He’d struggled with self-control as a kid, but he had a great deal of it now. He didn’t have sex with women he knew would have regrets as soon as the orgasm was over. That’s where emotions got twisted and hearts got broken. Not his style, not anymore. Allison needed an orgasm like she needed her next breath, though, and he didn’t mind helping her achieve it.
He unhooked her bra and her breasts spilled out. He reached out and took both in his hands, squeezing her just like he’d done her charley horse a few minutes earlier.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes still closed. Her back arched, as she pressed her chest closer to him.
Sofuckingreactive. He loved it.
He pulled a breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue against her swollen nipple. Her hands were still on his shoulders, clutching him like he was a ride at the amusement park. He sucked and played with her, while she held on tighter. Her skin was as pure as water. Moving to the other breast, she vibrated in his hands. She needed this, needed him.
“Please,” she finally whispered. “Please.”
He wasn’t fooled. This wasn’t Allison’s usual, rigid, self-controlled self talking. He’d flipped a switch and turned on a different side of her. A side he guessed she didn’t show a lot of people. He could easily see that she valued being in control of herself. Liked order. And that was fine. But he liked this side of her.A lot.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said, although he had no intention of taking off his own clothing.
She nodded, eyes finally opening. Then she stood and pulled him down the hall with her. In the bedroom, he tugged at her skirt, making it fall down around her ankles, then looked at her for a long moment, soaking her in. Her pale white skin, subtle curves, soft breasts swollen from his mouth on her a few moments earlier.
He swallowed thickly. He wanted her. No denying it. He gently led her to lie back on the bed. She looked up at him with eyes that told him she was ready and willing to do just about anything. She was a consenting adult and she wanted sex. Now.
She sat up and reached for the zipper of his pants.
“Slow down, baby,” he breathed, really wanting to give in to his desire. He wanted her, too. Nearly as much as he did his next breath. “I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”
She shook her head. “I’ll think about that later. Right now, I want this. Ineedthis.”
His gaze flicked to her mouth, lips parted. He couldn’t resist. He wanted to taste more of her. He dipped and pressed his mouth to hers, hot and wet. Her arms pulled him down over her, her tongue met his hungrily. Troy couldn’t help pressing his groin into her. Those little whimpers she made every time he rocked into her made him painfully hard.
“Have sex with me, Troy,” she invited, pulling away. “I want to know how you got that nickname, Bullet.”
He laughed lightly. Instead of doing what she asked, he turned to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer. The purple vibrator buzzed to life in his hand. He brought it to her leg and let it rest against her calf for a moment, then he slowly ran it up the inside of her thigh.
“What are you doing?” she asked, but she didn’t move to stop him. Good. Because he’d always been curious to see what women saw in these things. They were smaller than the average man-piece. Allison’s bedside toy looked more like a vibrating toothbrush. He trailed the vibrator toward the crease where her legs met her hips, allowing his thoughts to go to how often she did this to herself. A woman wound as tightly as Allison probably necessitated a release like this on a daily basis.
She moaned and arched as he traced the vibrator between her legs. A moan came from deep within his throat, too. He’d never been so turned on as he was in this moment, watching her react when he wasn’t even touching her. He slipped the vibrator inside her panties, held it against her, then slid it inside her. He slid it back and forth, finding a natural rhythm, building Allison up to the release she so desperately needed, but without the hangover of regret in the morning. Sure, she might be embarrassed that he’d seen her in this private moment. That’d be all, though.
She tried to take control of the vibrator, but he pulled it away. “I’m controlling it tonight. All you have to do is lie there and enjoy the ride.”
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Allison ignored the thoughts banging on the door of her mind, telling her to stop this craziness. Allowing Troy to touch her the way he was doing was…sonot like her.
Her orgasm rode up through her, making her arch, her eyes squeezed closed. That wave of perfect nothingness crashed over her body, clearing her mind of everything except the pleasure.
Everything except the pleasure.
She started to return to her body and her mind took control again. She cracked her eyes open to see Troy staring at her intently, his own face flushed. His eyes dark. “Oh, my God. We shouldn’t have—” She snapped her legs closed and scooted up on the bed, pulling the bedsheet to cover her breasts.
“Relax,” he said. “It wasn’t sex. Just an advanced version of foreplay.” A small grin curved his mouth.
His mouth that had been on her breasts. And it’d felt so good.He’dfelt so good. She swallowed, pushing those memories aside.
“Foreplay implies there’ll be after play,” she said, lifting her chin just slightly. Not that it felt right telling him no when a few minutes earlier she’d been practically begging him to have sex with her.
