She chuckled. “Well, hey there.”
“Merry Christmas to me.” He nuzzled his face against her neck, letting his erection tease her opening.
“Merry Christmas to both of us.” She draped her arm over her forehead, her breast against his pec, her nipple hard against his.
He lifted off of her. Tore open the condom. She sat up and plucked it from his hand, reaching for his shaft before he could do anything more. Hand covering him, she gave a small squeeze, and then Mackenzie Bennett dropped her mouth to him and sucked.
Yes, his life choices were pretty damn good.
Hands in her brilliant red hair, he pinched his eyes shut and rode the wave of her impressive mouth. She slid her tongue over the head of him and he nearly finished right there. Four times. Four times she filled her mouth with him and slid to the tip, then back to the root.
He was pretty sure he was making the same noises she’d made before.
A thin pressure slipped over the top of his erection. He opened his eyes as she rolled the condom down the length of him.
* * *
Tucker McKay was builtlike a tank, with a penis the size of her arm. Okay, that was an exaggeration. But the erection fairies had used all of their fairy dust on this man.
Kenzie finished rolling on the condom and watched as he gripped himself at the root. It had never been like this with a man before. All consuming. Every nerve wired and alive.
She lay back into her nest of pillows and spread her legs for him. He pushed up over the top of her.
That wasn’t exactly where she wanted it to go.
Her whole body squirmed. “I want you, Tucker.”
His hands grabbed both of hers and held them over her head. “Say it again.”
“I want you.” Gah, her voice sounded so rough. So unrefined.
She cleared her throat.
His erection pressed against her belly as he kissed the tip of her nose. Her arms still held over her head, his thumb stroked her palm.
“I like it,” he announced.
“What?”
“All of you.” He shifted and pressed the tip of himself at her entrance. She moaned and scooted as he started to fill her.
His grip on her wrists tightened. He smiled against her mouth. Filled her in one move.
She gasped, complete and sated.
Tucker’s mouth had nothing on the rest of him.
She’d been to one of his concerts, and he didn’t just own the stage, he owned the whole damn stadium. Used every inch of the stage. Made a stadium of fifty thousand screaming fans feel like an intimate concert. An intimate concert with confetti cannons, a fog machine, and laser lights. Still, though, he could make a huge venue seem small when he took the stage.
It was his eyes, the way they saw everything—saw her for her, not as the woman on the screen—that did her in.
And that was the moment she was pretty sure she fell in love with a rock ‘n‘ roll cowboy.
11
Chapter Eleven
Christmas Day
