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he filled her in one motion. Christian exhaled sharply, his grip on her waist brutal. It was a tantalizing position, her body resting on his, her breasts teasingly close, her hands on his shoulders, her hair falling in her face as she leaned forward and kissed him.
He knew she couldn’t really get the leverage to set the rhythm like this, so he did, pumping his hips so that he went deep inside her. The way she enclosed him, her slick sweetness stroking at his cock, was insanely good.
Obviously she felt the same way, because he was barely in her and Blue was coming, her lips parted, eyes wide in shocked ecstasy, her orgasm the result of all that teasing she had done with his cock. It had the same reaction on him. Christian gave one last thrust then gave in and exploded with her.
Being there together increased his intensity, both of them shuddering and pulsating together, sexy and intimate and exciting.
They stared at each other, gazes locked, and Christian saw something in Blue’s eyes that he knew was in his, a hope, a surprise, a depth of emotion that was illogical but was there.
He wanted to say something brilliant and poetic that would sweep her off her feet and make her certain that she wanted to be with him.
But he didn’t have those words, didn’t know how to be that guy.
So he just said, “I’m having a Blue Christmas and damn, it’s good.”
She laughed softly. “Don’t start singing.”
He cupped her cheeks with his hands and kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of her. “No singing, I promise.”
Blue gave a satisfied sigh and extracted herself from him, untangling her legs from his and crawling up the bed.
“Where are you going?” Christian couldn’t resist running his hand over her bare ass since it was presented so enticingly in front of him.
“To lay down under the covers. You wore me out.”
He grinned. “You did do a lot of work this time, all that using my—”
She cut him off with a fake prime expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. And if you don’t stop, I’m not going to let you cuddle with me.”
“Oh, cuddling was on the table?” He’d already figured out Blue wasn’t much of a cuddler, so if she was offering, he was going to take it. Hopefully he could convince her to sleep naked too. “Then I’m on it. I’ll shut up.”
He could move fast when he wanted to and he was up next to her, settled under the covers, in a blink. Hauling her onto his chest, he sighed in contentment. “Don’t let me fall asleep.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” she murmured, her own voice lazy and slumberous.
“Talk to me.”
But she didn’t, just gave a yawn, her fingers tracing a pattern over his chest in a soothing manner that had Christian’s eyes drifting closed.
He fell asleep in less than two minutes, comfortable and content with Blue in his arms.
Blue woke up warm and cozy, momentarily disoriented as to why her bed was so comfortable and the bedding so soft on her skin, until she remembered she was in a motel room with Christian. Sometime during the night she had slid off of him, but her leg was still over his and her hand was on his chest. His naked, very hard chest.
The muscles were nice. She was amazed at how nice they really were.
And how nice Christian was.
So nice it scared her. She was waiting for the minute it turned and his asshole nature finally revealed itself. For the moment he proved he was as selfish as the next person.
His hand covered hers and he yawned. “Merry Christmas, Blue.”
Her heart squeezed in a way she both liked and was terrified by. His voice was scratchy and still sleepy.
“Merry Christmas,” she managed, even though she had the sudden urge to bolt out of bed, get dressed, and run as far from him as she possibly could.
This man had the power to hurt her when he finally disappointed her and that was scarier than any snowstorm.
“Mmm,” he said, turning and kissing her forehead. “I would give
He knew she couldn’t really get the leverage to set the rhythm like this, so he did, pumping his hips so that he went deep inside her. The way she enclosed him, her slick sweetness stroking at his cock, was insanely good.
Obviously she felt the same way, because he was barely in her and Blue was coming, her lips parted, eyes wide in shocked ecstasy, her orgasm the result of all that teasing she had done with his cock. It had the same reaction on him. Christian gave one last thrust then gave in and exploded with her.
Being there together increased his intensity, both of them shuddering and pulsating together, sexy and intimate and exciting.
They stared at each other, gazes locked, and Christian saw something in Blue’s eyes that he knew was in his, a hope, a surprise, a depth of emotion that was illogical but was there.
He wanted to say something brilliant and poetic that would sweep her off her feet and make her certain that she wanted to be with him.
But he didn’t have those words, didn’t know how to be that guy.
So he just said, “I’m having a Blue Christmas and damn, it’s good.”
She laughed softly. “Don’t start singing.”
He cupped her cheeks with his hands and kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of her. “No singing, I promise.”
Blue gave a satisfied sigh and extracted herself from him, untangling her legs from his and crawling up the bed.
“Where are you going?” Christian couldn’t resist running his hand over her bare ass since it was presented so enticingly in front of him.
“To lay down under the covers. You wore me out.”
He grinned. “You did do a lot of work this time, all that using my—”
She cut him off with a fake prime expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. And if you don’t stop, I’m not going to let you cuddle with me.”
“Oh, cuddling was on the table?” He’d already figured out Blue wasn’t much of a cuddler, so if she was offering, he was going to take it. Hopefully he could convince her to sleep naked too. “Then I’m on it. I’ll shut up.”
He could move fast when he wanted to and he was up next to her, settled under the covers, in a blink. Hauling her onto his chest, he sighed in contentment. “Don’t let me fall asleep.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” she murmured, her own voice lazy and slumberous.
“Talk to me.”
But she didn’t, just gave a yawn, her fingers tracing a pattern over his chest in a soothing manner that had Christian’s eyes drifting closed.
He fell asleep in less than two minutes, comfortable and content with Blue in his arms.
Blue woke up warm and cozy, momentarily disoriented as to why her bed was so comfortable and the bedding so soft on her skin, until she remembered she was in a motel room with Christian. Sometime during the night she had slid off of him, but her leg was still over his and her hand was on his chest. His naked, very hard chest.
The muscles were nice. She was amazed at how nice they really were.
And how nice Christian was.
So nice it scared her. She was waiting for the minute it turned and his asshole nature finally revealed itself. For the moment he proved he was as selfish as the next person.
His hand covered hers and he yawned. “Merry Christmas, Blue.”
Her heart squeezed in a way she both liked and was terrified by. His voice was scratchy and still sleepy.
“Merry Christmas,” she managed, even though she had the sudden urge to bolt out of bed, get dressed, and run as far from him as she possibly could.
This man had the power to hurt her when he finally disappointed her and that was scarier than any snowstorm.
“Mmm,” he said, turning and kissing her forehead. “I would give
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