A Bravo for Christmas by CHRISTINE RIMMER

Author:CHRISTINE RIMMER
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“Take everything off,” he said, and then added fervently, “I will, too.”

That sounded more than fair. “Done.”

They broke apart, sat up and started pulling off their clothes, tossing them to the floor as fast as they could. It took about thirty seconds. She whipped off her last sock, threw it over her shoulder—and met his gleaming blue eyes again.

Had she expected to feel self-conscious the first time she got naked in front of him?

Definitely.

But somehow, she didn’t. Somehow, it felt good and right—and about darn time.

And dear Lord, he was beautiful.

“Oh, Darius.” She came up on her knees again and pressed her hand to his bare chest, all sculpted and hard, with a silky trail of hair leading down to where he was very much ready for her. “Just look at you.”

“I’d rather look at you.” His eyes were night-dark right then, all shine and shadow, full of the thrilling things he was going to do to her. “And I really want to touch you...”

For a long, lovely moment, they just stared at each other. “Yes,” she answered finally. “Touch me. Please.”

And he did. He reached out a hand and trailed the tips of three fingers across the top of her chest, causing a havoc of hot and prickly sensations all out of proportion to such a simple, seemingly innocent caress.

Would she ever have enough of feeling his hands on her?

Not a chance.

She pressed her palm to the side of his face, which was so warm, so wonderfully rough with just the right hint of stubble. Would she ever get tired of touching him?

Never.

She could so easily get addicted to touching him. To being touched by him. He could become her drug of choice. She would suffer painful withdrawals when this craziness ended.

And why was she thinking about the end now, when it was only finally really beginning? She needed to stop that.

And she would.

Right this minute.

She forced her lips to form words. “Is this really happening?”

“You’d better believe it.” He brushed a lingering touch up the side of her throat.

“I almost gave up hope.” She leaned in and bit the end of his chin—not a real bite, more of a slow scrape. That brought a chuckle from him. She stuck out her tongue and licked the beard-rough spot where her teeth had been.

And then he moved, grabbing her, scooping her knees out from under her. She let out a little cry of surprise as he laid her down with her head on the pillows. He stretched out beside her and covered her mouth with his.

It was one of those kisses, the kind that annihilate time. The world faded away, and there was nothing but the two of them spread out on that bed, nothing but pleasure. Her desire was a liquid pulse between her bare thighs, a singing rush along her nerves. Her blood seared and sizzled its way through her veins.

She grabbed his thick shoulders, her nails digging in. And she held on so tight as he just went on kissing her, a kiss full of hunger and heat and dark, delicious promise.

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