Free I'm Your Santa by Dianne Castell

his love for Beth was too important to give up to a flash of sexual satisfaction. “I promised you that I wouldn’t—”
    â€œWouldn’t touch me unless I begged.” She sat up on his abdomen, looked down at him, and said, “Please, Levi.” She spread her fingers over his bare chest and purred, “I’m begging.”
    His control evaporated. “Come here.”
    Full of enthusiasm and need, Beth fell on him. Trying to slow her down, to dredge up a bit of much-needed finesse Levi gentled her with a deep kiss.
    When she went soft and warm against him, he coasted his hands over her narrow back to her waist, where he encountered the baggy pajama bottoms. With no more than a tug, they slid easily to her knees. Hooking his toes in the material, Levi kicked them away from her body and then off the side of the bed.
    Beth raised herself above him. Her eyes were glazed with need, her lips parted. One by one, Levi opened the buttons of her pajama top and parted the material, leaving her breasts exposed. He wasted no time lifting himself up for a leisurely tasting of each swollen nipple.
    Beth dropped to her elbows with a groan. Her thighs tightened around him, her eyes closed.
    Carefully, without releasing her nipple, Levi turned her to a more submissive position under him. Giving her all his weight, he pinned her down and took his time licking a puckered nipple. He loved the texture of her, the scent that clung to her body, the broken sound of her breathing as he went from licking to sucking gently, then not so gently.
    Her hips lifted against him in a frantic rhythm.
    â€œLevi…” she begged again.
    Never would he tire of hearing her say his name, especially in such a pleading way. “Patience, honey.” He went back to kissing her breasts.
    She tangled her fingers in his hair and forced his gaze up to hers. “Now, please.”
    Doing his best to hide a smile, Levi nodded. “You’ve got it.”
    She tried to pull him up to her then, but Levi had an alternate plan. Kissing a lazy, damp path down her rib cage to her belly, he let her know his intent. She groaned again, this time in eagerness for what he would do.
    Voice hoarse and rough, he murmured, “Let’s get rid of these panties.”
    Beth lifted her hips to accommodate his request, and Levi skimmed the slinky scrap of material down her legs. On his elbows, he looked up the length of her.
    So beautiful. And all his, whether she accepted that yet or not.
    Except for the pink-flowered flannel shirt framing her shoulders, she was completely naked.
    Levi wanted to tell her that he loved her, but she wasn’t ready to hear that, not yet. Hell, he’d barely gotten her to commit to tomorrow, when what he really wanted was a lifetime. If he rushed things, he could scare her off. Again.
    For now, for right this moment, Beth only needed the relief he could give her.
    He laid a heavy hand on her belly. She kept her eyes closed, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. Her breasts shimmered with each anxious breath she took.
    Tonight she admitted to wanting him again. That was more than he’d had yesterday.
    He’d drown her in pleasure, and maybe tomorrow she’d acknowledge that what they shared was more than sexual, and more than temporary.
    Then she’d ask for a repeat. Tonight, tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that…until finally she realized that their friendship had grown from a mutual belief in life and love, a bone-deep compatibility enhanced by sexual chemistry and a shared view of the future.
    She’d understand that love made it so special between them, and then she’d agree to a lifetime with him.
    Keeping his hand on her belly, Levi said, “Open your legs, Beth.”
    Her muscles twitched—and she complied. But not enough to suit him.
    â€œA little more, honey. Bend your knees, don’t be shy…that’s it.” And just to tease her, he