Page 57 of Just One Spark

I ground my dick against her center, and she whimpered."How do you want me?"

She pushed on my shoulder, and I reared back.She lifted the nightgown over her head, leaving her naked in the moonlight.Then she moved onto all fours.

I ran a hand over her hips."You're killing me."

She gave me a saucy look over her shoulder."Row.I need you inside me."

I made quick work of removing my clothes and lining my dick up with her pussy.I glided through her folds, ensuring she was ready for me.

She tipped her hips up in invitation, and my dick slipped inside.I bit my lip against the overwhelming sensations.Her tight walls pressed against my aching dick, and every muscle in my body was pulled taut.I wanted to hold back until she adjusted to me.

But she pushed back on me, and I lost all sense of reason.I gripped her hips and gave into my baser instincts to thrust.I nearly groaned at the sight of her on her knees for me.The reality was so much better than my fantasies.

Hattie Collins was mine.I was never letting her go.

Convincing her of that was going to be the problem.But for now, all I had to think about was how she made me feel.

The orgasm was building, and there was a strange feeling in my chest.Maybe it was tenderness or even something else, love.But there wasn't time to think about that because I was going to lose control very soon if I didn't rein myself in.

I slowed my movements, lowering my chest over her back so that I could reach her clit.Her clit was swollen and slick.There was something about being in this position that felt more real somehow.Raw even.

I circled her clit, and she clamped down on my dick.I gritted my teeth against the impending orgasm.This woman was going to be the end of me.

She was going to blow everything up, and I wouldn't even care.I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

She stiffened, then cried out.Her walls spasmed around my cock, milking my orgasm.I groaned and dropped my mouth to her shoulder, kissing her before carefully extracting myself from her body.

She collapsed on her stomach, seemingly unable to move.

"Don't move.I'll grab a washcloth."

"Wasn't planning on it," she mumbled into the pillow.

Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, and I never wanted to be alone again.I always wanted to come home to Hattie.

She was the one for me.I just wished she could see it too.

18

Hattie

The line of people waiting at my window to order hot chocolate was long.It was only a week before Christmas, and it seemed like everyone was doing some last-minute shopping.

This time of year, I parked near the center of town where Santa greeted children by his workshop and a large, decorated tree.

It was so busy; I barely had time to take a breath, much less eat something.

There was a knock on my door.I wiped a wayward strand of hair out of my face and crossed the small space to unlock and open it.

Rowan stood just outside, looking handsome in dress slacks and a white button-down shirt."What are you doing here?"

He held up a wrapped sub."I brought food."

"That's very sweet of you, but I don't have time to eat."I gestured helplessly at the window where the line stretched so far that it got mixed up with the one waiting for Santa.

"I've got this.You take a minute."He handed me the sub and a bottle of water.

My eyes widened."You're joking?"