Page 55 of An Undisputed Christmas
I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hands mapped every curve and hollow of her body. She was responsive to my every touch, her skin flushing pink with arousal, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.
When I lifted my head to capture her mouth again, the kiss was fierce and claiming. Our tongues tangled together, wet and hot and desperate, as if we were trying to consume each other completely.
I could taste her need, could feel it in the way she pressed herself against me, seeking friction and relief.
My hands slid down to cup her ass, lifting her easily so she could wrap her legs around my waist.
The position brought her pussy against my rigid cock, and we both groaned at the contact. Even through the fabric of our remaining clothes, I could feel her heat, could feel how wet she was for me.
"Bed," I growled against her throat, my teeth finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.
I carried her to the bed without breaking our kiss, laying her down on the soft comforter. The moonlight painted her skin silver, making her look like some ethereal angel conjured from pure winter magic and desire.
I stood over her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her sprawledbeneath me in nothing but her silk pajama pants and my jersey pooled beside her.
Her golden hair fanned across the white pillows, her pink lips were swollen from our kisses, and her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath.
"You're staring," she said softly, but there was no embarrassment in her voice, only warmth and love.
"I'm memorizing," I corrected, beginning to strip out of my pants. "Every detail, every moment. I want to remember this forever."
Her eyes tracked my movements as I revealed myself, taking in the tattoos that covered my skin, the scars that she’d kissed hundreds of times.
I climbed onto the bed beside her, my hands immediately finding her skin again. This time, our kisses were slower, thorough, my tongue exploring her mouth with lazy strokes that made her melt against me.
My lips traced a path from her mouth to her jaw, pressing wet kisses along the curve before moving to her throat. I could feel her pulse beneath my lips, rapid and wild, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat.
"I love the way you taste," I rumbled against her skin, my tongue flicking out to sample the skin of her throat. "Like sugar and home and everything I've ever wanted."
She shivered beneath me, her hands roaming across my back, nails dragging lightly across my skin in a way that sent sparks of pleasure racing down my spine.
When I sucked gently on her pulse point, she arched beneath me with a soft cry that made my cock throb with need.
I continued my exploration, kissing and licking my way down her body with worshipful attention. Every inch of her skin was a gift to be savored, every sigh and moan a treasure to be collected and remembered.
My hands found the waistband of her pajama pants, fingers hooking in the hem to slowly drag them down her legs.
She lifted her hips to help me, and then she was completely bare beneath me, beautiful and trusting.
The sight of her naked in the moonlight stole my breath every time. Every curve was highlighted by silver light and shadow, creating a vision so stunning it made my world spin.
This perfect woman, this pretty angel, had chosen me. Had given herself to me completely and without reservation.
"I love you," I whispered again, the words carrying the weight of every wish I'd never thought would be granted. "More than life, more than breath, more than anything in this world."
“I know,” she breathed, reaching up to cup my face in her hands. “I love you, Adrian. I love you like we have forever."
And I loved her with my hands, my mouth, and my entire being, worshipping her until she was clinging to me like I was her anchor in the storm of life.
I loved her until the moonlight gave way to dawn, until the snow stopped falling and the world outside began to wake.
I loved her like we had forever, because wrapped in her arms and lost in her kiss, forever felt like exactly what we had.
Adrian and Isla Hills.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jax
