own.
A sharp moan lodged in her throat and excitement shot through her body, making her tremble in his arms. Nick deepened their kiss, and Vixen held on for dear life as exhilaration trilled down her spine and every inch of her became hypersensitive to his touch. One of his hands eased upward, beneath the hem of her tight-fitting jacket and tank top. His fingertips brushed her skin, sending a wave of warmth rippling through her.
Against her lips, he whispered, “There’s certainly something to be said for Christmas miracles.”
“Indeed.”
He kissed her again, then added, “You’re making me hard.”
“So much for sweet pillow talk.”
He groaned. “Seriously, Vix. You can bring a grown man to his knees with just a kiss.”
“Then we should make ourselves comfortable.”
Working her way out of his embrace, she grabbed the thick, faux fur throw from the hall closet, which she hadn’t needed yet this year, but the temperature dipped significantly this evening. She spread it out in front of the fireplace and it looked like a plush blanket of pristine snow.
“Nice touch.”
Nick stoked the fire as she snatched a couple of toss pillows from the sofa and dropped them on top of the throw.
Then he lifted a hand and grasped the zipper on her yoga jacket. He slid it slowly down the track until the jacket fell open. His large hands slipped behind the material at her shoulders and he pushed the sleeves down her arms and then tossed the garment toward the couch.
Anticipation swirled in her belly, making Vixen nervous and excited...and so very aroused. She toed off her slippers and sank her bare feet into the soft blanket. Nick’s head bent to hers again and he kissed her, this time softly and sweetly. His fingers twined in the narrow straps of her tank top and he slowly eased them over her shoulders and let them fall against her biceps.
He palmed her breasts and massaged gently, making her burn. His thumbs whisked over her nipples, pebbling them tight against the thin material covering her.
Nick broke their kiss and his lips glided over her jaw and down the long column of her neck. Her fingers threaded through his lush hair. She’d experienced the thundering of her heart and the soaring of her pulse enough times because of Nick to not be overly alarmed at the moment, though it seemed every response to him was intensified tenfold this evening.
“You’re so beautiful.” His warm breath teased her sensitive skin. He nipped tenderly at her neck, jolting her. “All I’ve ever wanted.”
She melted. Her inner thighs quivered. Her knees practically liquefied.
“Nick,” she whispered. “I’m about to fall at your feet.”
He chuckled. “Fine by me.”
He knelt on the fur and tugged on her hand.
A thought instantly occurred to her and she frowned. “One sec.”
She left him and ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel. Returning, she laid it out. “Just in case.” This was her first time, after all.
As she joined Nick, he asked, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Trust me,” she assured him as she grabbed fistfuls of his sweater and hauled the material over his head. “I am more than ready.” Her hands splayed over his well-defined pecs and she kissed him. Proving her point, she hoped.
Nick guided her down, onto her back. He shoved up the hem of her tank top, momentarily breaking their kiss to whisk it off. Then his tongue tangled with hers again as he deftly sprung the fastening of her bra and slipped it off. When he cupped her bare breasts, Vixen thought she just might incinerate. A blaze roared through her and an incessant, demanding throb between her legs nearly had her begging Nick to skip the foreplay and bury himself inside her.
But she couldn’t tear her mouth from his to speak. She was too caught up in the most searing kiss ever. One that made her want to claw at him, to press her body to his, to get as close to him as humanly possible—and even that wouldn’t be enough,
A sharp moan lodged in her throat and excitement shot through her body, making her tremble in his arms. Nick deepened their kiss, and Vixen held on for dear life as exhilaration trilled down her spine and every inch of her became hypersensitive to his touch. One of his hands eased upward, beneath the hem of her tight-fitting jacket and tank top. His fingertips brushed her skin, sending a wave of warmth rippling through her.
Against her lips, he whispered, “There’s certainly something to be said for Christmas miracles.”
“Indeed.”
He kissed her again, then added, “You’re making me hard.”
“So much for sweet pillow talk.”
He groaned. “Seriously, Vix. You can bring a grown man to his knees with just a kiss.”
“Then we should make ourselves comfortable.”
Working her way out of his embrace, she grabbed the thick, faux fur throw from the hall closet, which she hadn’t needed yet this year, but the temperature dipped significantly this evening. She spread it out in front of the fireplace and it looked like a plush blanket of pristine snow.
“Nice touch.”
Nick stoked the fire as she snatched a couple of toss pillows from the sofa and dropped them on top of the throw.
Then he lifted a hand and grasped the zipper on her yoga jacket. He slid it slowly down the track until the jacket fell open. His large hands slipped behind the material at her shoulders and he pushed the sleeves down her arms and then tossed the garment toward the couch.
Anticipation swirled in her belly, making Vixen nervous and excited...and so very aroused. She toed off her slippers and sank her bare feet into the soft blanket. Nick’s head bent to hers again and he kissed her, this time softly and sweetly. His fingers twined in the narrow straps of her tank top and he slowly eased them over her shoulders and let them fall against her biceps.
He palmed her breasts and massaged gently, making her burn. His thumbs whisked over her nipples, pebbling them tight against the thin material covering her.
Nick broke their kiss and his lips glided over her jaw and down the long column of her neck. Her fingers threaded through his lush hair. She’d experienced the thundering of her heart and the soaring of her pulse enough times because of Nick to not be overly alarmed at the moment, though it seemed every response to him was intensified tenfold this evening.
“You’re so beautiful.” His warm breath teased her sensitive skin. He nipped tenderly at her neck, jolting her. “All I’ve ever wanted.”
She melted. Her inner thighs quivered. Her knees practically liquefied.
“Nick,” she whispered. “I’m about to fall at your feet.”
He chuckled. “Fine by me.”
He knelt on the fur and tugged on her hand.
A thought instantly occurred to her and she frowned. “One sec.”
She left him and ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel. Returning, she laid it out. “Just in case.” This was her first time, after all.
As she joined Nick, he asked, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Trust me,” she assured him as she grabbed fistfuls of his sweater and hauled the material over his head. “I am more than ready.” Her hands splayed over his well-defined pecs and she kissed him. Proving her point, she hoped.
Nick guided her down, onto her back. He shoved up the hem of her tank top, momentarily breaking their kiss to whisk it off. Then his tongue tangled with hers again as he deftly sprung the fastening of her bra and slipped it off. When he cupped her bare breasts, Vixen thought she just might incinerate. A blaze roared through her and an incessant, demanding throb between her legs nearly had her begging Nick to skip the foreplay and bury himself inside her.
But she couldn’t tear her mouth from his to speak. She was too caught up in the most searing kiss ever. One that made her want to claw at him, to press her body to his, to get as close to him as humanly possible—and even that wouldn’t be enough,
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