The sight of her hovering over me, her tits in my face, the lips of her pussy surrounding me—it was almost enough to make me clamp my hands onto her waist and buck my hips to thrust right into her. I held back, waiting for her to make the first move. She seemed to want control, so I gave it to her.
With her palms braced flat on my chest, she lowered her hips, easing onto me. Fuck, she felt so good. Too damn good.
Slowly, she took me, inch by inch, until I was seated all the way inside her. Then she tightened the walls of her pussy, clenching around me, milking my cock. I bit the inside of my cheek, hellbent on holding on.
Roxy lifted her hips, pulling almost all the way off. I missed her heat like I’d lost a part of myself. Then she lowered herself again, clenching around me. Over and over, she repeated the process until I was on the verge of blowing my top.
When I couldn’t take a second more, I flipped her onto her back. “You’re a tease, Roxy. And now you’ve pushed me too far.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she pulled me down until there was nothing but a breath of air between us. “What are you going to do about it?”
The woman drove me mad. I plunged into her with abandon. She moaned, urging me on, moaning into my mouth like she couldn’t get enough. “I’m there, Jake. Right there.”
Over and over, I thrust into her, my balls smacking into her ass so hard, the sound echoed around her bedroom. She clenched around me, her breath coming in short gasps, her muscles taut, until she came again.
Knowing she’d been satisfied, I stopped holding back. My release built, gathering momentum until my balls tightened and I gave myself over to it.
Neither one of us moved. We clung to each other while we came down from the highest high I’d ever experienced. The sliver of light coming in through the bedroom door let me study her face. Her cheeks were pink like she’d been out in the cold, and her hair was a tangle of blonde waves. I’d never seen anything so beautiful.
“You okay?” My fingers grazed her belly. I still couldn’t believe she’d given me permission to touch her.
Blue eyes stared up at me. A smile spread across lips I already wanted to kiss again. “Definitely. You?”
“For sure.” There were no words for the feelings that filled my chest. Even if there were, I wouldn’t be able to say them out loud. We had an arrangement. One that would end on Christmas Eve when she took her place among the family she belonged to and rode in the parade. The only consolation I had was knowing that until then, she’d be mine.
Her stomach gurgled, a low rumble that I could feel under my hand. She lifted my hand and twined our fingers together. “Sorry about that. I guess I haven’t eaten much today.”
“We need to get you some food then. Especially if you want to have enough strength for what I’ve got planned for after dinner.”
Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “And what exactly is that?”
“You’ll have to wait to find out.” As much as I wanted to lie there with her all night long, she needed to eat. “Come on, I’ll go pick something up and we can watch your favorite Christmas movie while we eat. Sound good?”
“That sounds great, as long as you’re a Bruce Willis fan.”
“You know some people say ‘Die Hard’ isn’t a Christmas movie,” I teased.
Her hands went to her hips. She didn’t look too fierce since she faced me topless. “And what do you say? Careful, your answer might dictate the future of our fake relationship.”
I let out a laugh. “I’m firmly on the yes-it’s-a-Christmas-movie side.”
“Close call. Now, what are you feeding me for dinner?”
Leaving her even just long enough to run into town and pick something up felt impossible. “Would you be interested in me fixing you something here instead?”
“Are you going to cook naked?” She cocked her head, studying me with the kind of look that told me she might be enjoying herself just as much as I was.
“If you’ll be my nude sous chef,” I volleyed back.
“As long as you’re not planning on making anything that might splatter.”
“Come on, sugar. Let’s go see what we can pull together.” I held out my hand and with her fingers twined in mine, we headed toward her kitchen.
8
ROXY
Jake left on Saturday morning to head to work but came back that night and we spent the next thirty-six hours exploring every inch of each other. I’d never been so exhausted. Even though we barely left my bed, neither one of us slept more than an hour or two. By the time he headed back to the ranch on Sunday night, all I wanted was to take a quick shower, heat up some leftovers, and hope the giddy feeling blooming in my chest would be gone by the time I woke up on Monday morning.
