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Authors: Willa Edwards
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hair, saturated from the spray, her curls flattened with the water’s weight.
“You’re beautiful.” He slid his hands down her body, tracing her ribs, dipping into the curve of her waist, grasping the roundness of her hips and imprisoning them against the shower wall.
“What he did had nothing to do with you,” he repeated, moving back to surge into her again.
That was easy enough for him to say. The words were still emblazoned in her memory, scrolling across the SportsCenter screen. “Josh Miller Caught”. She hadn’t even had time to cancel the caterer yet when he’d been arrested, pants down, in an airplane bathroom with another man.
Everything had suddenly made sense. Their lackluster love life. His resistance to her attending away games. His determination they be seen together in public. Their four-year engagement.
He’d never really wanted her. She was just a charade. A cover for the truth he wasn’t willing to admit.
“You’re sexual,” Eric continued, his speed increasing, shifting his angle to push deeper. Her legs quaked, gripping him as best she could as her mind blurred. His words soothed her worst fear, the source of her insecurity. “Last night was the best sex of my life.” He groaned.
She slid her hands down his body, gripping him hard, her nails biting into his thick, muscled ass, feeling the dimples his thrusts created.
“I’ve loved you for so long.” He sucked the beaded moisture along her neck, his rough tongue licking the curve as if it were the crook of the most delicious candy cane. He bit her earlobe lightly, pulling a cry from her lips. His words, combined with the movement of his body, pushed her higher.
She rocked against him, the deep pull inside her breaking, heat coursing through her hotter than a Yule log. He wanted her. He loved her. A whimpered moan rolled from her throat, met with his resounding growl. Everything she wanted was within reach. Her muscles convulsed, holding him tight. His cock jerked deep inside her. Fire sped through her body, overtaking everything, burning away the pain, the insecurity, the doubt.
Eric held her tight, face buried in her tangled curls. His breath puffed against her, raising goose bumps along her flesh regardless of the warm water sloshing down her body and the heat of his skin against hers.
He pulled back. His hard body still imprisoned her against the tiled wall. His eyes no longer dark or angry, he stared down at her as he pressed his lips together into a thin line. A muscle in his jaw clenched. “I never thought you’d want to be with me.”
“I do,” she whispered, combing her fingers through his hair. She shifted against him, the conversation making her desperate to feel him moving against her, kissing her, loving her again.
“I love you.” The words raked her throat, the vulnerability ripping at her. “You’re the only person I want to be with. And judging from last night, I won’t be needing anyone else.” She smiled as a growl of approval rumbled from his throat. He nibbled her neck in an animal mimicry as she giggled and squirmed beneath him.
“If you’re going to be with me, I’m not going to wait four years to get you to the altar.” The smile that spread across his face was so large and radiant it would have dimmed the star of Bethlehem. “I’m not going to settle for anything short of every day loving you.”
Callie’s heart glowed, feeling three sizes larger in her chest. She tightened her arms around him, pulling every inch of him into her, until there was nothing between them. No air or shower spray, no fiancés or insecurity, no fear or uncertainty. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“And every night we’ll find more ways to keep you on my naughty list.”
She shivered as he kissed her with the pent-up passion of four long years, pulling all the air from her lungs. Oh my! Christmas every day.
Author Bio
Willa Edwards has dreamed of being a writer since she was
“You’re beautiful.” He slid his hands down her body, tracing her ribs, dipping into the curve of her waist, grasping the roundness of her hips and imprisoning them against the shower wall.
“What he did had nothing to do with you,” he repeated, moving back to surge into her again.
That was easy enough for him to say. The words were still emblazoned in her memory, scrolling across the SportsCenter screen. “Josh Miller Caught”. She hadn’t even had time to cancel the caterer yet when he’d been arrested, pants down, in an airplane bathroom with another man.
Everything had suddenly made sense. Their lackluster love life. His resistance to her attending away games. His determination they be seen together in public. Their four-year engagement.
He’d never really wanted her. She was just a charade. A cover for the truth he wasn’t willing to admit.
“You’re sexual,” Eric continued, his speed increasing, shifting his angle to push deeper. Her legs quaked, gripping him as best she could as her mind blurred. His words soothed her worst fear, the source of her insecurity. “Last night was the best sex of my life.” He groaned.
She slid her hands down his body, gripping him hard, her nails biting into his thick, muscled ass, feeling the dimples his thrusts created.
“I’ve loved you for so long.” He sucked the beaded moisture along her neck, his rough tongue licking the curve as if it were the crook of the most delicious candy cane. He bit her earlobe lightly, pulling a cry from her lips. His words, combined with the movement of his body, pushed her higher.
She rocked against him, the deep pull inside her breaking, heat coursing through her hotter than a Yule log. He wanted her. He loved her. A whimpered moan rolled from her throat, met with his resounding growl. Everything she wanted was within reach. Her muscles convulsed, holding him tight. His cock jerked deep inside her. Fire sped through her body, overtaking everything, burning away the pain, the insecurity, the doubt.
Eric held her tight, face buried in her tangled curls. His breath puffed against her, raising goose bumps along her flesh regardless of the warm water sloshing down her body and the heat of his skin against hers.
He pulled back. His hard body still imprisoned her against the tiled wall. His eyes no longer dark or angry, he stared down at her as he pressed his lips together into a thin line. A muscle in his jaw clenched. “I never thought you’d want to be with me.”
“I do,” she whispered, combing her fingers through his hair. She shifted against him, the conversation making her desperate to feel him moving against her, kissing her, loving her again.
“I love you.” The words raked her throat, the vulnerability ripping at her. “You’re the only person I want to be with. And judging from last night, I won’t be needing anyone else.” She smiled as a growl of approval rumbled from his throat. He nibbled her neck in an animal mimicry as she giggled and squirmed beneath him.
“If you’re going to be with me, I’m not going to wait four years to get you to the altar.” The smile that spread across his face was so large and radiant it would have dimmed the star of Bethlehem. “I’m not going to settle for anything short of every day loving you.”
Callie’s heart glowed, feeling three sizes larger in her chest. She tightened her arms around him, pulling every inch of him into her, until there was nothing between them. No air or shower spray, no fiancés or insecurity, no fear or uncertainty. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“And every night we’ll find more ways to keep you on my naughty list.”
She shivered as he kissed her with the pent-up passion of four long years, pulling all the air from her lungs. Oh my! Christmas every day.
Author Bio
Willa Edwards has dreamed of being a writer since she was
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