Page 59 of The Lie That Stole Christmas

His hands cupped her face.“You were never the only one mourning.”

He captured her lips, softer this time, as if he didn’t want to rush a single second.And as her fingers curled into his biceps, she stopped mourning what they had lost and allowed herself to want what they might find.

He swiped his tongue across her seam, and she opened, melting into him as she did.Their tongues met in an erotic dance of give and take.Heat snaked its way to every nerve ending in her body, setting off sparks of desire.

A moan rumbled in her throat as he dipped his head, kissing along her jawline and around her turtleneck.With a grunt, he hooked his fingers in the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside.For a moment he just stared at her as if he was savoring every freckle, every rise of her chest, every inch of her exposed skin.

Then his hand was at her waist, pulling her to him, his tongue delving into her mouth, hands roaming over her back before landing on her ass.He lifted, and she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist.He started to move, but she didn’t want to stop kissing him to find out where he was going.She didn’t care.As long as his mouth was on hers, they could be anywhere.

He lowered her, her body sinking into a soft comforter as he came down over her.He stopped kissing her and stood up, ripping his sweater over his head and discarding it.She sat up, reaching for his pants and yanking on his zipper.They’d been interrupted one too many times, and she didn’t care if an avalanche came through; she was finally getting what she wanted most this Christmas.

With a simple shove, his pants and his boxer briefs pooled at his feet, and he stepped out of them.His hard cock stood at attention, and she bit her lip as she looked up at him.

His eyes swept over her before they met hers, a predatory claim radiating in those blue irises as if he was saying mine in his head.She swallowed at the intensity.

“Your turn,” he said and motioned to her pants.

She didn’t hesitate, ridding herself of the constrictive material.His Adam’s apple bobbed as she sat on the bed in nothing but a red lace bra and a matching red lace thong.

He stalked toward the bed, and she scooted back.God, how many times had she dreamed of this moment over the years when her bed was cold and she was utterly alone.

Not just this, but him.The way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.The way he always seemed to see straight through every wall she ever built.The way he made her feel like the only person in the room.

He stopped at the edge of the bed, his gaze roaming over her as if it were fire, leaving a path of heat in its wake.His eyes locked on hers, as if he found something he’d spent years searching for.

His knee parted her legs, and his hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before capturing her lips and rendering her thoughtless.All she could focus on was the way his mouth moved on hers, how his hands roamed lower and lower until they dipped beneath the red lace.

She gasped against his lips as his finger slid through her folds and thrust into her moist heat.His head dipped, taking her nipple between his teeth.Her body arched at the tiny spark of pain, but quickly melted with the swirl of his tongue around the hardened bead.

His thumb circled her swollen nub, her body arching again just as his mouth came back to hers.She moaned at the contact, at the million sensations coursing through her.

The weight of his cock pressed into her leg as his fingers worked in and out, pushing her toward the edge.He’d already given her a release.Through the haze, she wrapped her fingers around his length and stroked him in sync with his pace.

“Ash,” he groaned out her nickname.His mouth covered hers as they worked each other with relentless strokes.High squeak noises sprang from her throat as she moved closer and closer to pure bliss.She didn’t want to come, not without him inside her.

“I need you,” she said, tightening her hold on his cock.“Please.”

He went to move, and she squeezed harder.“Where are you going?”

“To get a condom.”

She shook her head.“I’m on the pill.I’m clean.I haven’t been with many—”

“Me neither, and same.”

Relief flooded through her.She never expected him to be a saint, but she had no idea if he was choosing a different woman every night to warm his bed.

“Then don’t make me wait any longer.”She guided him toward her wetness; he hovered over her, arms pressed on either side of her head, holding him up.

The head of his cock swiped through her folds before he thrust deep.A cry ripped from her lips as he moaned into her neck.

For years she’d imagined what it would be like if they ever found their way back to each other.She imagined apologies, arguments, explanations, but this heat that still burned so damn hot between them.She’d hoped, but she never imagined how bright it would be.

He shifted onto his back, taking her in one fell swoop to sit atop him.Her breasts bounced as she rocked on his cock, taking him deeper.His fingers curled into her hips, guiding her with each thrust.Her neck arched, long hair swaying across his thighs as she absorbed every sensation.

His thumb found her clit, rubbing circles over the engorged nub.Pleasure erupted inside her, spreading out like vines, curling around her insides and dragging her into ecstasy.She greedily pressed down until he was balls-deep.Sparks and zings erupted inside her as she ground against him.

“Fuck,” he barked as he sat up, taking her with him and draping his legs over the side of the bed.His hands thrust into her hair, tangling in the long strands, and holding her head as his forehead rested on hers.He pumped into her as she continued to grind on him.