Free A Very Merry Christmas: WITH "Do You Hear What I Hear" AND "Bah Humbug, Ba by Lori Foster, Janice Maynard, Gemma Bruce Page A

he’d never admit it to another guy, he wanted to be seen as more than a well-hung stud.
    Doing his best to ignore Marci’s stare, he pulled out a condom from the dresser drawer and ripped open the foil packet with his teeth.
    “Um…Osbourne?”
    “Hmmm?” Please don’t let her start fawning on his proportions.
    “Are you sure this’ll work?”
    His head snapped up in surprise. Marci sounded more than a little apprehensive, and she was staring at his cock—but not with excitement.
    Well, damn.
    Her gaze lifted to meet his, and he couldn’t help but smile at her reservation. “Don’t worry. It’ll work.”
    “You think?”
    “I guarantee it.” Given her wary look, he probably should spend a little more time reassuring her. But he wanted her too much to waste time with conversation. Instead of telling her, he’d just show her how great it’d be.
    She pushed up to one elbow. “I had no idea…” Her words trailed off into nothingness.
    “You’ll like it, Marci, trust me.”
    “Somehow I’m not as sure as you.”
    Moving closer to the bed, Ozzie clasped her ankle and said, “I’ve never hurt a woman.”
    “I know you wouldn’t on purpose, but…” She raised a brow at his erection.
    Half-laughing, Ozzie used his hold on her ankle to open her legs a little, then he stretched out over her. He cupped her face and looked into eyes round with uncertainty. “We’ll be a perfect fit.” His voice turned gruff with need. “I swear.”
    She nodded, but said, “It doesn’t seem…” Rather than finish that thought, she cleared her throat.
    “Seem what?”
    A frown marred her brow. “Why didn’t you tell me that you…?”
    She wasn’t finishing her sentences, and Ozzie managed another laugh. “That I wear a magnum extra large condom?” Her skin was so soft, he couldn’t stop stroking her cheeks. “Yeah, that’d be a conversation topic, wouldn’t it?”
    “Magnum extra large? That big?” She nodded. “I rest my case.”
    Done with the chitchat, Ozzie kissed her gently on the lips and said, “Open your legs more, Marci.”
    As if preparing for the unthinkable, she slowly sucked in a deep breath, and her legs parted more so that he naturally settled closer. His chest pressed her soft breasts, his erection nudged against the notch of her open legs.
    It wasn’t close enough.
    Watching her, Ozzie reached down between them and parted her soft sex. He didn’t enter her yet, he just rested against her. “Okay?”
    With his weight on her, she squirmed, and said, “Oh.”
    He pressed firmly against her little clitoris, and every movement she made stroked her along the ridge of his erection.
    Softly, he asked, “Feel good?”
    She licked her lips, and nodded.
    “How about this?” Shifting the smallest bit, he rocked forward and back, and was rewarded with a groan and the bite of her nails on his shoulders.
    “That’s what I thought.” Cupping her breasts in his hands, Ozzie kissed the corner of her mouth. “I’ll fill you up, honey. And you’ll hold me so snug. But I won’t hurt you. You’re almost ready for me. Can you feel how wet you’re getting?” He continued to move gently, holding himself in check to keep from rushing her. “Wet enough that I’ll go right in. And you’ll like it.”
    “Osbourne…” Showing blatant need, she held his face and kissed him deeply.
    From the very first time he’d seen Marci Churchill, Ozzie had felt drawn to her. Deep down, he’d known how perfect it’d be with her.
    Now he also knew that he loved the taste of her, her scent, the feel of her skin and hair. Her openness and sexual honesty.
    Marci was a little nuts, but not in a mean-spirited way. She’d focused on his size, but without lascivious glee. How could he keep himself distant from her, when on every level, she touched his heart?
    Marci was special, and he needed their time to be special, too. While Ozzie let her control the kiss, he teased her erect nipples with his thumbs and