Here Comes Santa Claus by Sandra Hill Kate Holmes & Trish Jensen

Author:Sandra Hill, Kate Holmes & Trish Jensen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Leisure Books

For several long moments, they just stared at each other.

Somehow—she didn't recall when or how—Sam had pushed himself off from the table. He stood in front of her now, close, between her outspread Santa legs.

And still they just gazed at each other.

Memories and long-suppressed emotions swirled between them, growing and growing, like a storm that churns and brews till it finally explodes in a rush of wind. Would they explode? Oh, surely they would, but it would be a good thing. A very good thing.

Sam put a hand to her cheek, almost with reverence, and whispered, "Reba. "

She leaned into his hand and could have wept with all her feelings. There was so much she wanted to say, but only one word came out: "Sam. " It was enough.

Reba acknowledged to herself that she'd crossed over some mental line in the sand within the past five minutes or so. But no, that wasn't quite true. The line had been crossed gradually over the past two days, perhaps even when she'd first seen Sam skydiving down to her, but definitely when she'd heard him speak to the shelter audience, and most particularly to young Richie.

The line did not represent love, because Reba, even in her angriest moments, recognized that her love for Sam had never died. Instead the line represented surrender… a giving up of herself to the fates… or God. A willingness to be carried along with what would be. Or maybe even what might not be.

"I am so sorry. " Four words, but so powerful, coming from Sam's lips.

She nodded her acceptance of the apology and looped her arms about his neck. She didn't have to ask what he was sorry for. She knew best how much he had hurt her. But she was going to trust Sam, she decided then and there, trust him as she had before he left fourteen years ago. There was an explanation. She would hear it when the time was right.

She had things that needed to be said, too. Explanations. Bones to pick. But not now. Not now.

"I love you, " she said.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, overcome. She saw the effort he made to try swallowing. Then he, too, said, "I love you. " His blue eyes held hers as if trying to convince her of his sincerity. "I never stopped loving you, Reba. I never did. Never. "

He spoke those last words against her mouth, even as he took hers in a hungry kiss. Sam could be a gentle lover when he wanted to, but he was beyond gentle now. He devoured her with kisses so deep and demanding, she could only open and go with the flow of his passion—a journey that already had her whimpering. It was too much, and not enough.

She ran her fingers through his short hair. She nibbled at his chin line. She spread her legs wider with a surging need to get closer to him, which was impossible with her Santa pillows.

Sam laughed softly and nipped at her upper lip with his teeth.

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