“Let me.” He undressed her slowly and reverently before scooping her up and laying her on the bed they’d purposely left unmade. His gaze locked with hers, he took off his clothes and rolled on the condom with the same measured pace.
He didn’t speak as he climbed into bed and moved over her. But his ragged breathing and the emotion in his gray eyes spoke volumes as he thrust deep. He was making a new memory. With her.
Wrapping him in her arms, she twined her legs around his, eager for every part of her to touch every part of him. He loved her with long, sure strokes, creating their magic connection again and again, building toward a climax.
They would share this one. Her body knew it. Her heart did, too. Was this the beginning of a change? Did she dare hope?
He pumped faster, increasing the tension as their moist bodies slid ever closer to release. He knew her well now. Shifting slightly, he touched off the first wave and she gasped.
“Yes.” His voice was gruff as he picked up the pace and hurtled them both toward glory. “Yes!”
She let go with a cry and he followed right after, driving deep and shuddering as their world exploded, shattering their boundaries and creating, for a few precious seconds, one body, one heart, one soul.
She lay beneath him panting.
“The music.” He gulped in air. “It just stopped.”
“That’s…the end…of my…playlist.”
“Oh. Not very long.”
She couldn’t help smiling. “Long enough.”
“Guess so.”
“Did you get what you came for?”
He sucked in another breath. “You probably think I’m nuts.”
“I think you’re working on this issue. That makes me very happy.” She slid her hands up his sweaty back. In the process she brushed over the thin line of the scar she’d felt before. Then she found another one.
“I tried to keep at least some of my attention on the music. That’s why I wanted it loud.” His mouth tilted in a half-smile. “Tougher than I thought. You’re potent.”
“Think you made a new Christmas memory?”
“For sure I made a hot new memory. That happens every time we hop into this bed. Whether it’s truly a Christmas memory, I can’t say. Maybe.” Leaning down, he kissed her. “Thanks for indulging me.” He eased away and left the bed.
“Anytime, cowboy.” She got out of bed, too. “I’m thinking I’ll take a shower and put on my jammies.”
He laughed. “You brought some?”
“I did, but now I’m wondering if they’ll cause you a problem.”
“Only if they’re hard to get off.”
“They’re easy to get off, but they’re kind of Christmasy.” She dug them out of her duffle and carried them toward the bathroom.
“Let’s see ’em.”
She held up the long-sleeved top so he could examine the theme of evergreens, wreaths and red trucks with a pine tree in the back.
“That’s not too bad. I just spent almost an hour looking at Adam’s sweatshirt, so this is way easier.”
“The Rudolph one?”
“That’s it.”
“How about Tracy? She has holiday sweaters and sweatshirts, too.”
