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Fake Christmas Lexy Timms 2022/8/3 13:45:40

He groaned and tore his lips from hers. “You’re not too tired, are you?”

“No,” she replied softly. “I was exhausted last night, but I’m up for anything this morning.” She flashed him a saucy smile.

“So that’s all it was last night?” he asked. “You were tired?”

“Yes.” She frowned. “What’s wrong, Dane?”

His gaze held hers, concern flashing in his blue eyes. “Nothing. No, that’s not exactly true... I thought it might have been something I said or did.”

“Of course, it wasn’t something you did.” She ran a hand through his wavy blond hair.

“I’m glad. Because if there’s anything you need from me, just say the word,” he said. “I never want you to feel like you can’t tell me things.”

There it was again. The guilt. Eating away at her. Making her chest tighten and her heart pound even faster. No, she refused to give in to it. Revealing her secret would have to wait. Right now, all she wanted was to be with him. Be under him.

Her lips found his again and he ravished her mouth with his tongue. Seduced her utterly with just a kiss. Until he left her trembling and craving more.

Dane pulled his lips away from hers again, and started to kiss a hot trail down the column of her neck. Each brush of his mouth set her skin on fire. Made her body blaze out of control.

He kissed all the way down to her cleavage; her tight sweater’s neckline had left a little hint of skin. When he got to the valley between her breasts, she moaned softly.

As his lips set her on fire, wetness pooled in her panties. She wanted out of her clothes. Desire made her desperate to be touched more intimately.

As if he could read her mind, Dane pulled away to start undressing her. His big hands skimmed across her body as he lowered them to peel off her pants. Then, she helped him tug off her sweater. Now she was down to her underwear.

A fire raged in his blue eyes. His gaze swept over her—hungry, possessive. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” she said breathlessly. Allyson hadn’t even realized that she had been breathing so hard. Anticipation sent a tingle down her spine.

Then, his hands lifted and unhooked her bra. Next, he focused his attention on her panties, slowly pulling them off like he was unwrapping a gift.

In the blink of an eye his clothes seemed to melt away, and she wrapped her arms around him again. Sighed against his mouth as his lips brushed hers again.

His hands wandered down her naked body, igniting her blood. Her skin flushed with desire as he caressed down her neck, brushing over her hardened nipples. He caressed down her torso, across her stomach, and stopped at the place between her legs.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked. His voice was thick with emotion. Like he was holding back his lust, ignoring his primal instincts while he focused on satisfying her.

“Yes,” she breathed out, unable to hide her desperation.

Wantonly, she spread her legs for him.

He kissed her lips gently, the touch feather-light. When he positioned himself between her legs and entered her wetness, delicious sparks of pleasure rippled through her core.

A groan tore from his throat as he rocked into her slowly. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. Their eyes met, and she bit back a cry.

It had been weeks since they had taken the time to make love slowly like this. Each powerful thrust was hard, but his pace was leisurely. His gaze never left hers, the fire in his eyes making her entire body tremble.

The way he looked at her, as the pleasure was consuming them both, made her heart race. Made the ecstasy he was giving her so intense. With their eyes locked, it was like he was staring into her soul and she was staring back into his. The wall she had put up since his arrival crumbled, and in its place was raw, aching need.

She lifted her hips to meet each one of his strokes, and they moved to a rhythm all their own. Delicious bliss made her see stars. Her sex clenched around him, making him a part of her.

When he ground out her name, she unraveled. As she climaxed, she felt like she was floating, her body weightless under his. He came right after her with a groan.

Her heart was racing as she struggled to catch her breath. There was a sheen of sweat on her flushed skin. His hair was damp with sweat and he pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard.