Page 50 of Welcome Home for Christmas
They entered into the darkness of her bedroom and Troy pulled his shirt over his head. Her fingers trailed along the hard muscles of his chest and then she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his nipple. He clutched her body as arousal surged inside him. She continued to kiss and lick along his chest, sinking lower and lower, following the thickening path of hair on his body until she was on her knees and her mouth was lined up with his lower half.
Oh fuck.He hadn’t been that good this year; not enough to deserve a present like this. Allison’s gaze met his, daring him to tell her to stop. Instead, he closed his eyes and groaned as she took the length of him in her hand, squeezing softly. Then she opened her mouth and took him in, sucking and twirling her tongue until he could barely stand.
“Baby, you are amazing,” he said, pulling her back up just before his knees gave out. Then he twisted her around and led her to lie back on the bed. Troy reached for a condom in the pocket of his jeans and tore the wrapper in half. He slipped on the rubber and climbed over Allison, hovering over her body, again wanting her more than he wanted his next breath. He wanted to kiss, wanted to touch, wanted to taste.
He. Wanted. Her.
For a moment he froze. He was developing feelings for this woman. This was about so much more than just sex. Yeah, he wanted her body, but it wasn’t just the physical that had him crazy for this woman below him.
She lifted her pelvis to press against him. “I want you,” she said, her voice a desperate whisper. “Now.”
Think with your head later,his dick begged. There was a gorgeous woman asking for sex and he was the right guy for the job.
Troy mirrored her movement and pressed back into her. “You got me, baby.”
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Allison’s world was spinning out of control and she was loving every second.
She clawed at the muscles that lined Troy’s back. The man was one big muscle, the biggest being his heart, with a close second being the part of him nestled between her legs. He pushed his way inside her and she saw a blur of color behind her eyes. She held on as he slid up and down, pushing in and pulling away, over and over, building the climax inside her until she was writhing beneath him. She didn’t want it to be over just yet; didn’t want this moment to end.
She dug her nails in, resisting her orgasm, but the pressure inside was like a volcano, hot and liquid.
“Come on, baby. Let go,” Troy whispered, hitting that spot deep inside her with such precision.
“You first,” she said, her voice hoarse.
He groaned. Then his mouth went to her ear and he nibbled the sensitive skin there softly.
She almost lost it, but she held on to Troy. Then she angled her head and kissed his neck, reaching her hand down to cup that butt of his.
“Fine, you win.” He pushed harder, harder, harder still.
Allison squeezed her eyes closed, on the verge of breaking. Then his moans built, climaxed, and started to come down. She gave herself permission to finally let go as well. She’d never shared an orgasm with a man before. They held on to each other as they rode the tsunami-sized wave of pleasure they’d built up. It finally left them limp in each other’s arms. She was so relaxed that she never wanted to move again.
“You all right?” he whispered into her hair.
She laughed softly. “Are you kidding?” She tipped her head back and looked at him. “If I had bones, I’d be climbing aboard to do that again.”
He kissed her forehead.
It was a simple move, but she stilled against him, caught off guard by the gesture. Not sexual at all, but sweet. A kiss on the forehead was intimate in a way that was different from the intimacy they’d had when they were naked and writhing.
She watched him. His eyes closed and there was a soft smile curving his mouth. Her heart did a tiny somersault in her chest, and,oh, no. There were those thoughts she usually wrestled against once she started dating a guy.
Maybe this time things would last.
Maybe this guy was different.
Maybe this guy wouldn’t break her heart into a million tiny little shards.
Maybe her mother will approve of this one.
Troy’s left eye cracked open. “You’re staring at me.”
“How did you know?” she asked.
“Sixth sense. All cops have it.”
