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himself in a haze of tequila, lust, off the chart attraction, and the spirit of Christmas giving.
    Plunking the mixer down on the table, Christian grabbed Blue and kissed her, a wild, tongue plunging sweep of domination and desperation, wanting to show her how completely awesome he thought she was and how she rocked all right. She’d rocked his world to the very foundation in one night.
    Christian lifted Blue right off her feet, his hands on her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
    “Yes,” he managed between kisses, the feel of her body so close to his electrifying. “You definitely rock.”

Chapter Seven
    “Y ou’re really strong,” she murmured between kisses. Christian ground her hips against his and breathed in the fresh scent of her skin. “You’re tiny, it’s not hard to hold you. And I’m hopped up on adrenaline. I could probably lift a car right now.” Or have sex again after not much of a break to refuel.
    That definitely wasn’t going to be a problem. His erection was knocking on her door already and he turned and sat on the edge of the bed, Blue still in his lap.
    They kissed each other with a wild abandon, her nails digging into his back, his fingers tangling in her dark hair. Christian yanked up her T-shirt to her armpits and covered her breast with his mouth, tugging at the taut nipple.
    How he was so frantic after they’d already made love, he had no idea, but he was. He was every freaking cliché there ever was about a man in the desert being offered water, and it didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense about the fact that every inch of his body was desperate, compelled, irrational to be against Blue, to possess her, claim her, fill her.
    “Get on your knees,” he urged her, skimming his palms down into the waistband of her pajama pants.
    “What?” she asked breathlessly, her head lolling back, nipples displayed invitingly in front of him.
    “On your knees. Now.” The tone was rougher than he intended but he wasn’t going to wait.
    She did, her eyes hooded, lips cherry red and glistening from his kisses.
    When he yanked her bottoms down, panties included, she gasped.
    A little determination and some hard tugs had them off both ankles and Christian freed his erection from his boxers right before she settled her thighs on either side of his and her warm flesh collided with him.
    He was willing to say the hell with foreplay and just slam her down onto him, but Blue took his cock in her hand and slowly stroked it. It was Christian’s turn to gasp, and he dug his fingers into her hips. She moved her lithe touch over him up and down, a feathery tease of a touch, her lips brushing against his neck in a similar barely there contact.
    That was only damaging his control, but when she took him and slid him up and down in her wetness, using the tip of his cock to stimulate her clitoris, he was almost destroyed. “Oh, damn,” he said, teeth gritted, grip on her so tight that he could see the whiteness of his fingers. “What the fuck are you doing?”
    “You know what I’m doing,” she whispered in his ear, her tongue flickering out to lick his lobe. “I’m getting off with your cock.”
    Oh, yeah, he definitely knew that’s what she was doing. Christian tried to breathe, realizing she had turned the tease around on him. This was torture.
    “You like that, don’t you?” he asked her, enjoying each slick slide up and down her, almost being allowed access to push into her, then being denied as she pulled him back up again. Definitely torture.
    “Uh-huh.” Blue’s breath came in short staccato bursts and she was concentrating intently, her free hand on his shoulder to brace herself.
    He realized she was actually going to be able to come and he stared at her in fascination, amazed that she was so gorgeous, so sensual, so in tune with her own body.
    “That’s it,” he told her. “Take it, take what you want.”
    She did. She moved him into position and let her hips drop so that