Page 62 of Rocky Mountain Cowboy Christmas
She tasted the salt on his throat as he groaned against her ear, and she felt the sound of his pleasure all the way to her toes. He left her for a moment, kneeling above her and grabbing for the abandoned box at the foot of the bed. It was only seconds before he was stretched over her again, not even enough time for her hot, sweaty skin to cool, but it was still too long for her liking.
Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she held him tightly as he entered her. He felt just as she’d expected—as if he belonged inside her, the two of them connected intimately, fitting together in every way possible. He kissed her as they started to move, quickly finding a rhythm that made them both gasp and groan.
As pleasure built inside her, an incredible tension taking hold of her muscles, she felt that same sense of unreality from before. How could she be so lucky to be feeling this much, to be experiencing such a flood of wonderful emotions and sensations, to have found such a connection with this ridiculously perfect man? How had she gone from her solitary, ordinary life to being so intertwined with Steve? It seemed too good, too incredible, to be true.
Her arms and legs tightened, pulling him in more deeply. Even if it was a fantasy, some realistic daydream that had gotten out of hand, it didn’t matter. She was going to savor every second she had with Steve, wallow in every touch and kiss, every bit of pleasure he offered her.
Her thoughts started to blur around the edges as he moved faster, driving her closer to her climax with every stroke. Clinging to him, she broke their kiss and buried her face into his neck, breathing in his scent of peppermint and pine and sweaty, sexy man.
As she came, her orgasm rocketing through her, pleasure filling every place inside her, she cried out, calling his name against his skin. His muffled shout followed hers as he held himself deep inside her, his body rock hard against her own. She lifted her head to watch him as his eyes closed and his face grew tight, and she felt like she’d never grow tired of this—of him.
Gradually, her tension started to seep away, her tight muscles releasing their hold as pleasure continued to ripple through her. For a heady, bliss-filled moment, Steve let his weight press her into the mattress, and she felt safe and secure under the cover of his heavy form. Too soon, he rolled to the side. His groan turned to a chuckle as she moved with him, reluctant to lose the connection she’d just found.
Turning over again, he tucked her beneath him and pushed up to his elbows so his full weight wasn’t flattening her. “It’ll be just for a second. I’ll be right back,” he said, affection clear in his voice. Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, he started to move off of her—only to return for another kiss.
His second groan was deeper and dramatic enough to make her laugh. He kissed her nose, her cheek, under her jaw, and then her ear when she scrunched her shoulder up and turned her head to hide a ticklish spot. Leaving her giggling breathlessly, he got up to toss the condom in the trash and turn off the light before jumping back into bed. Grabbing hold of her, he tugged her across the bed into his arms. She tickled him where she’d just discovered he was very, very sensitive, and he jerked in response.
“Really?” His pretend annoyance was ruined by the amusement in his voice. “You think you can beat me in a tickle war?” He retaliated, finding her weak spots with precise accuracy. She obviously wasn’t the only one who’d learned from their mutual exploration earlier. When she couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard, she begged for mercy.
“Say it,” he prodded her, ceasing his attacks and gathering her against him, spooning her so her back was against his front.
“Fine.” Her huff was broken by a hiccup of laughter. “You’re the king of Tickle Town.”
“Your Majesty,” he prompted, and she snorted. She liked tussling with playful Steve. It was a side of him that she hadn’t really seen before. Normally, he was too mature for his own good.
“Your Majesty,” she parroted, squirming around to get comfortable and nudging her hips back against him to get a reaction. She succeeded.
“Camille…” His growl made parts of her melt and other parts tighten in anticipation.
“Yes, Your Majesty?” She wiggled again, and he caught her hip, pressing more tightly against her for a breathless moment before he released the pressure and wrapped his arm around her waist.
“Little devil,” he grumbled, sounding completely and utterly satisfied. She couldn’t stop her proud grin at knowing she’d done that to him. They felt silent, and sleepiness gradually crept over Camille, but all her parts not pressed against Steve’s warmth were starting to get chilly, and the pullout bed’s support bar was digging into the side of her thigh.
She heard Steve’s breathing deepen, and she started shifting toward the edge of the bed. The arms around her tightened immediately.
“Stay with me,” he said in a sleepy grumble.
“On one condition,” she said. Tension tightened her belly, and she almost hesitated to say the words. It seemed like a big step, one that would shift their relationship to a whole new level. “We go upstairs to your real bed.”
He froze, and she knew he was aware of just what she was asking. “You’re sure you want this?”
She wanted to keep Steve more than anything else in her life. “Yes.”
He was off the bed and standing before she even finished answering. “I’m all for that.” Grabbing his pants, he tugged them on.
Shaking off the distracting knowledge that Steve was going commando, even if it was just for the short trip upstairs, Camille narrowed her eyes at him. “I thought you said this sofa bed was comfortable, you liar.”
“I didn’t want you to feel bad about stealing my bed.” He grinned, the satisfaction in it clear despite the dim room. “I’m really glad we’re going to be sharing it now.”
Leaning over, he gave Camille a lingering kiss. When he pulled away, she stared at him, heated and dazed, marveling at how quickly he could get her desperate and wanting.
“Yeah,” she said, her gaze on his mouth. “I’m glad, too.”
* * *
For the first time in almost a week, something besides nightmares about the fire woke her. She opened her eyes to see Steve’s muscular and naked backside sliding out of bed, and she smiled. This was so much better than being startled awake by images of flames and choking smoke.
“Hey,” she said softly, her voice husky with sleep. Stretching, she rolled until she could see the clock on the nightstand. “You’re up early.”
