Free Her Christmas Pleasure by Karen Erickson Page B

her on her feet, waving an impatient hand at her. “Undress,” he practically growled.
    Her delicate brows rose, and a smirk formed. “Are you turning into a heathen?”
    “I find I can hardly wait to get naked with you, Celia, so I suggest you get undressed and hurry. I’ll help you,” he added with what he hoped was a charming smile.
    Her smirk grew. “Only if I get to help you too.”
    “Oh, I’ll allow that, don’t worry.”
    They assisted in removing each other’s clothing, Celia needing the majority of the help in removing her gown and corset. No lady’s maid played a part in tonight’s game, he mused as he unlaced her corset, removing it as quickly as he could. His breath stuck in his throat while he drank in her beauty. As she stood in her thin shift, he could see her hard nipples poking against the nearly sheer fabric. And he couldn’t help but notice the shadow of dark hair between her legs.
    His cock strained against his binding trousers. He divested himself of them, thankful he’d already stumbled about removing his boots. She studied him with unabashed interest, staring directly at his groin, and her cheeks turned pink when she realized he caught her.
    “You’re staring,” he teased, and she jerked her gaze away from his growing cock.
    “I just can’t believe…this is happening.”
    “It’s most definitely happening, sweetheart.” He wrapped his fingers around her upper arms and led her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. With one gentle shove, she was falling onto the bed, and he followed. Pressing her into the mattress with his weight, he braced his hands on either side of her head, leaning in to kiss her. “Ivow tonight will be even more spectacular than last.”
    She smiled lazily and arched against him, his erection brushing against her soft belly and leaving a wet trail on her skin. He was so eager to get inside her he was afraid he might burst. “That’s a big promise.”
    “I don’t break my promises.” Dipping his head, he kissed his way along her elegant neck, licking and nipping at her soft skin. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
    “I can’t wait.” She wound her arms around him, settling her hands on his buttocks and giving him a firm squeeze. “I love you, Damien.”
    Would he ever grow tired of hearing those words? He doubted it. “I love you too.”
     
    Celia rolled over on her side, trying to catch her breath. Damien slid close behind her and wrapped his arm around her middle, a large hand cupping her breast in a possessive manner. His thumb skittered across her peaked nipple, and she shivered. He kissed the side of her neck, his mouth damp and hot. She felt the slight jump of his burgeoning erection when he pressed his lower body against her. She sighed loudly.
    He’d already made love to her twice. He appeared ready for round three, but she was desperate for a moment’s rest.
    The man, quite frankly, wore her out.
    “I wanted to make an honorable woman out of you,” he murmured against her neck. “Earlier I thought I should marry you first before I tumbled you back into my bed.”
    “You dishonored me last night, so it was too late.” She giggled when he licked at her ear. It tickled, and he knew it. “Evidently you’re ready to dishonor me once more.”
    “How can you tell?” He nudged his lower body against her again, the thick length of his erection rubbing against her bottom.
    “You’re insatiable.” Her legs spread the slightest bit, allowing him the advantage.
    “Years of pent-up emotion and want.” His other hand gripped her waist. He slid inside her welcoming body, filling her completely. She whimpered when he withdrew and surged back in, taking him even deeper. “God, I love the way you feel.”
    She tipped her head back, closed her eyes as he continued to move inside her. He was showing her so many ways a couple could make love. Her previous experience had been rather limited, though she couldn’t fault Lawrence. But