Page 69 of Seeds of Christmas
When I’m finally naked above her, she pulls me closer, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Do you have protection?” she asks.
I nod, reaching for my wallet on the floor beside the couch. “Always prepared.”
She smiles at that, watching as I tear open the foil packet with my teeth.
“Wait,” she whispers, pushing up on her elbows. She captures my face between her hands and pulls me down into a kiss that steals my breath. Her tongue slides against mine, exploring, claiming, making my head swim. This isn’t the hesitant Rhi from before—this is someone new, someone unleashed.
I groan into her mouth as her hands travel down my chest, her fingernails lightly scraping my skin. Every touch sends electricity coursing through my body. When she reaches between us to take me in her hand, I nearly lose control right there.
“Slow down,” I murmur against her lips, but she just smiles, her eyes bright with a newfound confidence.
“I don’t want to slow down,” she whispers, guiding me toward her entrance. “I’ve wasted too much time already.”
Her lips find mine again, hot and demanding, and I’m drowning in her—in her taste, her scent, the soft sounds she makes when I press against her. The kiss deepens, turns desperate, all teeth and tongue and breathless hunger. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, like she can’t get enough.
When I finally push inside her, we both gasp into each other’s mouths. She’s tight and hot and perfect around me, and for a second, I can’t move, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Carter,” she moans against my lips, her eyes fluttering open, her body arching into mine. “Please don’t stop.”
I begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feel of her surrounding me completely. Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me deeper, faster. The scent of her—vanilla and sweat and something uniquely Rhi—fills my lungs, making my head spin.
“God, you feel incredible,” I say against her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her throat. Her pulse races beneath my lips, quick and strong.
She wraps her good leg around my waist, changing the angle, taking me deeper. The sound that escapes her—half gasp, half moan—nearly breaks my control. I grip her hip, steadying her, trying to maintain some semblance of rhythm despite the fire building at the base of my spine.
“You turn me on so much,” I whisper, slowing my movements until she opens her eyes. They’re dark, unfocused, her pupils blown wide.
Her gaze locks with mine, vulnerable and open in a way that makes my chest ache. There’s trust there. Complete trust. After everything—after nearly losing her today—the intimacy of this moment hits me.
I can’t look away from her face, the way her lips part slightly with each breath, the way her cheeks flush darker when I move just right.
“I want to feel you come again,” I murmur against her ear. “I need to watch you fall apart for me one more time.”
She whimpers, her fingers digging harder into my shoulders as I shift my angle, pressing deeper. Her breathing changes—shorter, sharper gasps that tell me she’s close. I slide my hand between our bodies, finding that perfect spot with my thumb.
“Carter,” she gasps, her eyes widening. “I don’t know if I can?—”
“You can,” I murmur, circling my thumb in tight, deliberate motions.
Her body tightens around me, her back arching as the tremors start. I don’t stop, don’t slow down, just keep moving inside her as she shatters, her cries echoing in the small cabin. The sight of her—completely uninhibited, completely mine—pushes me over the edge. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, white-hot and unstoppable.
“Rhi,” I groan, burying my face in her neck as my hips stutter and I finally let go, emptying myself completely. For a moment, the world narrows to just this?—
—just this connection, this perfect union of our bodies.
When I finally come back to myself, I’m collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing hard. I gather enough energy to lift my weight off her, careful of her injured ankle, and dispose of the condom in the small trash bin beside the couch.
I grab the blanket from the back of the couch and pull it over us, tucking it around her shoulders.
I should move us to the bed upstairs, but I can’t bring myself to separate from her yet. Instead, I pull her close against my chest, her head tucked under my chin. The fire crackles beside us, casting dancing shadows across the cabin walls.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my fingers tracing lazy patterns along her spine. “Your ankle?—”
“Didn’t even feel it,” she murmurs, her voice heavy with satisfaction. She shifts, pressing her body closer to mine, and I feel a stirring deep in my core despite having just finished.
Her hand slides down my chest, exploratory and curious. “I want more of you,” she whispers, her breath hot against my neck.
