Free Wrapped in You by Kate Perry Page A

“Don’t get used to this. It may never happen again.”
    He paused. “The sex?”
    “No, the knickers.”
    “Oh.” Looking relieved, he kissed her chest, right on top of her lavender covered nipple, and then looked up at her. “The lace is nice, but you’re what turns me on.”
    She paused, straddled over him, his hardness in her hand. She saw the truth in his eyes, and elation and sadness constricted her heart. “Don’t get carried away, Mason,” she said softly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You could never hurt me.” He trailed a finger down the line of her jaw. “You hide behind your tough exterior, but underneath you’re soft lace and sweetness.”
    Before she could protest, he held her hips and brought her down on his erection. She gasped as he slowly slid into her. Holding her, he rocked into her.
    Each indolent roll of his hips touched her just right, inside and out, and before long she was moaning. She closed her eyes, focused on the crazy pleasure lighting up every corner of her body.
    “Mason,” she gasped as she suddenly burst, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
    “Yes,” she heard him say, and then she felt him join her, his fingers biting into her hips with the force of his climax.
    She melted against him, against his rapidly beating heart.
    He kissed her temple. “Best. Christmas. Ever ,” he said, his arms holding her close.
    They stayed there, cuddled, she wasn’t sure for how long. Then he took care of the condom before gathering her in his arms again and covering them with a throw. He looked at her and said, “You have three movie choices for tonight, all with holiday themes, of course. The first one is The Holiday . It’s about a British girl who goes to California and finds herself.”
    She shifted her head enough to give him a flat look.
    “You’re right, it’s overrated. No one likes Kate Winslet.” He pursed his lips in feigned thought. “How about Love Actually ? It’s got your countrymen in it. You must love Hugh Grant.”
    She didn’t blink.
    “Oookay . . . I’m guessing that’s a no.” He reached for the remote control on the side table next to him and pressed a button. “Then it’s this one.”
    She groaned. “You are going to make me watch Home Alone , aren’t you?”
    “Hell, no! Who do you take me for?” He frowned at her, obviously offended. “Don’t you know me better by now?”
    She watched the credits suspiciously, then she faced him in surprise. “ Die Hard ?”
    “Best holiday movie ever. I watch it with my nephews every year, even though it’s probably inappropriate content for them. They’re three and seven.” He grinned. “I love it when the little one yells Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker! because it pisses my sister off. Are you going to talk through the whole movie, or can we watch this?”
    She shook her head, not sure she had any words to say.
    “Better.” He kissed her temple and snuggled her closer.
    She tried not to notice how perfectly they fit against each other, or the way he caressed her back as though she were a precious treasure, or that his heart was steady under her hand as if for her. She tried to concentrate on Bruce Willis, even though the hero she was most interested in was naked beside her.

Chapter Eight

    She didn’t need to be reminded that she was going back to London.
    Swiveling the plastic stirrer, she frowned at her gin & tonic. It was one of the best gin & tonics she’d ever had. How was that possible? Was everything better in Laurel Heights? Even Swank, the lounge attached to the hotel, was a cut above, with its gas fireplace and low-slung retro couches.
    She was on holiday—of course everything was going to seem alluring and fun. That was what vacation was supposed to be. At least, she imagined it so. She’d never taken one before so she didn’t have substantive proof.
    She only had a few days left.
    She was down to the last two things on the list.
    The lounge’s door opened