Page 10 of Fake Christmas Date
She's completely natural. Totally relaxed. And so sexy I can't tear my eyes away.
The curve of her hips and line of her thighs make my cock thicken. Her breasts are the perfect size to fit in my hand if Ispread my fingers wide. I’m wondering how the hell I’ll be able to get that image out of my mind when I catch her staring at me.
Emma is checking me out just as much as I am her. Her gaze roams across my shoulders and down my chest before meeting mine again. There’s a gleam in her eyes that says she likes what she sees.
She slips into bed with a sweet smile. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"No ghost. More like a Christmas angel." I hold out my arm, inviting her to slide in close beside me. She does, cuddling against me under the covers.
"At least I won't have to worry about being cold down here in the basement," she laughs as her hand drags down my bare chest. "You're like a furnace."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Oh, for sure. I like it." Emma snuggles against me, then lifts her chin again. "Dylan, thank you so much for helping with that problem at my work." Damn, I love the way her fingers gently wander back and forth across my pecs. Love that she's comfortable touching me like this.
"I really like my job, and it was the one thing about it causing me stress. Now, it's like a switch has been flipped. It's like I'm free."
"I'm very glad." I run the heel of my hand slowly up and down her spine. "I hope I didn't overdo it with the proposal thing. I just went with my gut.”
She giggles sweetly. "No, it was perfect! Honestly, it was inspired.”
"I heard Lacey bitching about you, and just couldn't stand it." My free hand drops to her hip, caressing gently. "Emma, is it wrong that I feel…protective of you already? Maybe possessive, too?"
Her lovely eyes grow wide. "How do you mean?"
I take a slow breath. "Listen, I don't want to cross any lines. If you want to stick to our original plan, just get through this family holiday and then go our separate ways, that's fine. But Emma…" My hands squeeze her gently as I pull us closer together. "Every single inch of my body craves yours. If this is too much too fast, or you don’t feel it too, just say?—"
"I feel it too." Her words come out in a rush, as her hand lifts to caress my stubble again. "I'm just nervous because I've never…I mean…I don't know how?—"
"Kiss me," I growl. "Kiss me like you mean it."
7
EMMA
I’ve always been a bit uptight. Slightly anxious. First about my schooling, then my career.
Also, I’ve never known a father, my mother and I have never gotten along, and I have no siblings. So I’ve always been alone.
It’s never felt right.
Now, faced with the possibility of a relationship, I seem to be throwing caution to the wind. It's completely unlike me…and I don't care.
Dylan’s command to kiss him sends waves of desire crashing through me as my mouth tilts to his, feeling a tsunami of hunger for this wonderful man.
He kisses me as if he's been waiting for this moment his entire life, pulling the entire length of my body against his. As if he wants to swallow me whole. Consume me.
And I love every second of it.
For a girl who’s never really felt like she had a place, feeling wanted like this is hitting all the right buttons. Speaking of which…I rub my legs rub together, my pussy suddenly feeling swollen and warm. My nipples are tight, and my rapid breathmakes my breasts heave up and down, right into Dylan's waiting palms.
"Tell me to stop." His voice is deep and husky. "We can just snuggle if you like."
"More," I whisper, threading my fingers into the back of his hair and guiding his lips back to mine. "I don't know how much more, but definitely more than this."
Have I ever been this decisive? I like it. I also like the way my bones feel like they're on fire and my skin tingles, begging for Dylan's touch. This must be pure lust. The kind of savage yearning I've only read about. I’m in bed with the hottest guy I've ever seen, about to be devoured whole.
Dylan’s deep groan makes us both shudder, then I moan again when I feel a hard ridge rubbing against my hip. He shifts us, moving over me, and a bar of warm, firm steel lands directly between my spread thighs.
