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

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    â€œYou first. You have far too many clothes on,” she said provocatively.
    He nodded and stepped back, not breaking the gaze between them as he took his jacket off and threw it on the island behind him, then made quick work of his sweater.
    She gasped.
    He was gorgeous. Lean and muscled, his tanned skin proved he’d spent the majority of his winters in sunnier places, and she loved how his shoulders and biceps flexed as he tore the garment off.
    Then she realized he’d stilled, looking at her strangely, more tensely.
    â€œI’m sorry. I didn’t think to warn you,” he said, glancing down, and only then did she even notice some of the scars, remnants of a burn by his shoulder, and what looked like thin lines from surgery a little lower.
    â€œThat wasn’t what I was staring at,” she said, wanting nothing more than to touch him, thinking only of that. “But it doesn’t bother me at all. Come here,” she commanded softly.
    He walked over to her and pushed his hands into her hair, pulling her up hard against him. Her breasts crushed delightfully against his hard skin, his mouth plundering hers.
    She managed to retain enough focus to move herhands to the front of his jeans, undoing the buttons, and sliding her hand down inside.
    Now it was his turn to gasp, breaking the kiss. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder as he trembled beneath her touch. He was hard, thick and hot in her hand. She stroked him, loving the friction of his skin against hers.
    His breathing was labored as he ground out, “No, stop.” His teasing tone gone.
    She froze. Had she hurt him? Done something wrong?
    â€œWhat?” she asked
    â€œI’ll come,” he said tensely. “It’s been months, since before the accident, and this feels too good,” he explained, pushing away a stray hair that had landed in her eyes.
    Abby couldn’t think of a single thing he could have said that would have turned her on more.
    She smiled, feeling feminine, powerful.
    â€œSeems like you’re well overdue then,” she said, closing in for a kiss. She continued stroking him, rubbing her thumb over the slippery head of his cock and mimicking the rubbing motion with her tongue against his.
    In mere seconds he exploded, thrusting into her hand, groaning deeply into her mouth as he came. When he broke the kiss, his beautiful chest heaved with hard breaths, his cheeks flushed and his eyes were still hot as he looked at her.
    â€œI don’t think anything in my life will ever feel better than that did,” he said, still catching his breath.
    She smiled again. “Maybe we should go upstairs and find out.”
    She was more than ready to take him to bed, and she didn’t want to wait. To hell with complications. Complications could feel damned good, from where she was sitting.
    â€œWhat about dinner?”
    â€œThat roast has a couple hours yet. It can just simmer,” she said, the last word coming out more sexually than she intended.
    She would take the memory of the way he looked at her—a gaze rich with lust, gratitude and anticipation—to her grave.
    The loud sound of an engine and the hissing of air brakes made her jump, and they stared at each other in confusion before she looked at the clock and realized.
    â€œYou’re expecting someone?” Reece asked.
    â€œYes! I completely forgot—it’s the trees,” she said, scrambling to get her bra on and trying to find her blouse before the nursery delivery guy came to the door. “Trees?”
    â€œChristmas trees. I completely forgot he was bringing them today,” she explained.
    Reece looked bemused, but followed her lead and grabbed his shirt, buttoning up his jeans.
    â€œYou mean, tree, singular?”
    â€œNo, sixteen of them,” she said, and washed her hands quickly, grabbing a coat from the hook where she had left it earlier.
    â€œSixteen?” he echoed.
    She grinned,