The Man I Love by Suanne Laqueur

Author:Suanne Laqueur
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Cathedral Rock Press
Published: 2014-06-16T00:00:00+00:00

Yuletide Carol

Without fail, the Biancos always cut down their Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving.

Snow was in the forecast. Already a cold snap had moved in with a nasty wind chill. Daisy decided to bail. Being outdoors on such a day would make her leg miserable. If she weren’t going, Erik didn’t want to either. Francine, with a mysterious expression, said she had errands to run. Everyone else bundled up, piled into Joe’s truck and headed out. The tree farm was by Sadsbury, which meant they’d be driving through the infamous village of Intercourse. David was beside himself and Joe promised to pull over by the signpost so a picture could be taken.

Daisy went into the kitchen to wash up the lunch dishes. Erik sidled up behind her, slid his arms around her waist, hugging her.

“You’re such a mush,” she said, rubbing her cheek on his head.

“I am,” he said. He moved her hair, kissed her neck, hugged her against him again. He was only having a moment, wanting to hold her, but then Daisy started unbuttoning her shirt. She tilted her head, giving him more of her neck, her fingers finishing the last button and parting the lapels. He slid his palms over her soft skin, unhooking her bra. She turned in his arms and they kissed, groaning open-mouthed with their hands everywhere, seizing it.

She unbuckled and unzipped him, put a hand down his pants. Those strangely disconnected wires came together with a sizzle and he was hard, closed up tight in her fist and wanting. His fingers yanked her jeans open, slid deep and found she was wet, spreading for him, ready.

They kissed and clutched, writhing in a fevered celebration. It hadn’t been this way in a long time. This was good. Possibly this could be great.

Holding their clothes together, they ran through the cold to the carriage house. The little rooms were frigid, so they went into the shower and steamed the hell out of the place. Erik’s hands ran in soapy strokes all over Daisy’s body, with its new weight and the hard curves under wet, silken skin. Within the grappling passion they were relaxed, completely turned on, turned further and further into each other. They were themselves again. Finally.

Erik picked her up, pressed her up against the tiles, her butt resting on the soap ledge and her toes braced on the other wall. He pinned her high so he could lick her breasts. He moved in her. Out of her. Water and desire crashing on his skin. Perfect.

“Oh God, that’s good,” Daisy said. A little hitch in her voice as he thrust deeper. She held his wet head, turned his face this way and that as she kissed him. She touched his mouth and he sucked on her fingertips.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered.

“It’s so good.” The air was falling out of her voice. She was going somewhere. He could feel it. Her eyes were filled with green.

“Come,” he said against her mouth. “I want to see you come.

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