The Texan's Christmas by Tanya Michaels

Author:Tanya Michaels
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-01-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Nicole was adrift in sensation, almost too much pleasure to process. The rasp of Daniel’s fingers against her skin, the sweetness of his peppermint-tinged kisses, the heat of arousal blazing through her. He swept her hair aside, kissing his way down the slope of her neck. His free hand slid past the hollow of her throat, to the curve of her breast. She sucked in a breath, shocked by the intensity of the delicate contact. Her breasts were so excruciatingly, wonderfully sensitive.

At her small gasp, he stopped, pulling away to assess her expression. His gaze sought permission.

She twined her hands behind his neck, bringing him back to her. “When you first kissed me at the ranch, I hated having to walk away from you afterward. I’m not walking away this time.”

His mouth found hers again, and their kisses became frantic. He parted the V neckline of her dress with his fingers, sliding the material down her shoulders. The lace cups of her bra gleamed silver in the moonlight. He went still, drinking her in with his eyes as if trying to memorize her.

“So beautiful.” Then he palmed one full breast, and she almost whimpered. She felt ripe and feminine and a little bit primitive, here with him like this beneath the stars.

When he scraped his thumb over one tight nipple, she did cry out. But he absorbed the sound in another searing kiss as he unhooked her bra. She tugged impatiently at his shirt, gratified when they were both bare from the waist up, reveling in the friction of the crisp hair on his chest against her skin.

“Is it too cold for you out here?” he asked, nipping at her earlobe. “We can go inside.”

She shook her head, trying to find her voice. When she spoke, the words had a raw, breathless timbre. “You promised me a spectacular time on the back porch, remember?” She could feel his smile against her skin.

“So I did.”

Even when he helped her out of her dress, she wasn’t chilly. How could she be, when his touch made her burn? He traced a hand down her spine, caressing the small of her back before sliding over the satiny fabric covering her butt. She was so glad they were doing this now and not in another couple of months when maternity panties might be a necessity. His fingers slid beneath the elastic band, driving her mad with his teasing touch.

Well, two could play that game. She reached for the zipper on his jeans, loving the way he gasped when she lightly ran her nails over him. The rest of their clothes didn’t last long. By the time she straddled him in one of the deck chairs, she wore only her boots.

In that slow, thorough way of his, he kissed her breasts, making her writhe as need began to outstrip pleasure. She was already on the verge of orgasm when he thrust into her. She rocked against him, almost there, so close. Then she

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