Free I'll Be Yours for Christmas by Samantha Hunter Page A

day.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Puh-leese. I can’t imagine you ever having a fantasy that mundane,” she said, and then shook her head.
    Why was she still standing here, so close to him?
    He lowered his head and nibbled at her earlobe, making her yelp.
    â€œReece! What are you doing?”
    He chuckled against her skin. “Just having a taste,”he said, nibbling again. “I think you splashed something on your neck. Let me get it,” he offered.
    It was news to her that the nerves in her earlobes were connected directly to her knees, which seemed to turn to water. She planted her hands against his chest and tried to push. The man was rock-solid.
    â€œI have appetizers,” she said breathlessly.
    â€œNot what I’m hungry for,” he said against her neck, nipping at her speeding pulse.
    â€œReece,” she said as calmly as she could. “We agreed we had to keep things only business.”
    â€œYou said that, but I only agreed out of politeness,” he whispered, his breath against her lips. “I said I’d do whatever you want,” he added, brushing a thumb over a very hard nipple, making her gasp, his eyes meeting hers. “You want?”
    Oh, did she ever.
    â€œIt’s not a good idea,” she said lamely, still unable to force her feet to move. He just felt too damned good.
    â€œAbby,” he said, laughing softly, “it’s just me.”
    That was like saying, “It’s just dynamite,” to her mind.
    He proceeded to cover her lips with light, soft, teasing kisses that made her grab on to him, curling her fingers into his jacket as she sought more. He didn’t accommodate her until she groaned and worked her hands up to his neck, holding him still as she kissed him, taking what she needed.
    She was weak, but she just couldn’t work up the energy to care.
    â€œI guess you’re not angry at me anymore for the other night?” she asked, breathless.
    His brow wrinkled, as if he was surprised. “I never was angry with you. Just frustrated, and a little embarassed. I’m sorry if I let you think otherwise,” he said. “Let me apologize properly.”
    Reece walked her backward as they kissed hungrily, lifting her almost without her noticing until she sat on the kitchen counter. He settled in between her thighs, deepening the kiss until breathing was unheard of and—as far as Abby was concerned—completely unnecessary.
    â€œNothing mundane about this fantasy from where I’m standing,” he said when he broke the kiss, her face framed in his hands, his eyes devouring her.
    He’d tugged the tie of the apron loose and continued to trail kisses down her throat. Slowly his hand moved down to cover her breast before pushing up the edge of her blouse, and Abby was beyond arguing. She wanted the frustrating barrier of their clothes gone and to know his touch on her bare skin.
    The sheer idea made her dizzy.
    He had her shirt off in a split second. She reached behind to unclasp her bra, his hands covering her, spilling over with the fullness of her bare breasts.
    â€œDamn, babe, where were you hiding these in high school?” he said appreciatively, bending to nuzzle her intimately, her hand slipping into his hair to press him close. She wanted his mouth on her in the worst way.
    â€œI’ve lost a little weight since then,” she said with a chuckle, “and I guess I filled out in other areas. Late bloomer,” she finished on a sigh. He’d taken her aching nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, then laving with his tongue until she was writhing on the counter.
    â€œYou’re so sweet,” he said, working his lips overher stomach and taking her hand, placing it to her own breast as he watched. His eyes darkened intensely as she touched herself, tweaking and pulling as he slowly unzipped her jeans while he watched and kissed.
    She stopped, and put her hand on