Home For a Cowboy Christmas(74)

He spun her, pressing her back against the fridge. She couldn’t stop touching him. Even through his shirt, she felt the hard muscle beneath. And she couldn’t wait to see it.

She ended the kiss, pushing him back just enough that he opened his eyes. Confusion filled the golden depths. She smiled and winked at him as she started to the bed. Cady removed her shirt and glanced over her shoulder to find him watching her, his eyes dark with desire. The socks and pants went next. When she reached the bed, she turned and crooked a finger at him.

His strides were long and powerful, eating up the short distance between them. He yanked her against him, kissing her as if his very life depended on it. She started to unbutton his shirt when he broke the kiss and shoved her hands away. Then he quite literally tore the shirt off.

Buttons went everywhere, but neither noticed. The thermal ripped when Zane tugged it off. When Cady saw his rock-hard chest and washboard abs, her mouth slackened. She was taking all of that in when he yanked open his jeans and pushed them, as well as his boxer briefs, down his legs before stepping out of them.

All the breath left her when she saw his cock. It was long, thick, and hard. She had felt it against her stomach earlier, and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside her. She roamed her gaze up and down his body, slowly taking in every defined inch of him. He was the most gorgeous specimen she had ever laid eyes on.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured and reached for him.

They came together in a heated kiss as they fell sideways onto the bed. With just a flick of his fingers, he managed to unhook her bra. It sagged between them. She rolled him onto his back to straddle him as she sat up and tossed it aside.



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Only in his wildest dreams did he think he would get to know Cady’s taste. He’d never seen a woman look so enticing or beautiful as when she walked to him and kissed him that first time. But it was when she walked to the bed while taking off her clothes that he knew he was in big trouble.

He didn’t just want her. He yearned for her.

Craved her.

With each kiss, every touch, his desire grew, stamping out all thought, all reason. Until there was nothing but the two of them and the passion that wouldn’t be denied.

He gazed up at the stunning woman above him. Her blue eyes were bright with need, her skin flushed with desire. He moved his hands from her hips up to her bare breasts. Her pink nipples were taut, waiting for his mouth. But first, he wanted to know the feel of her breasts.

He cupped them in his hands, gently massaging them. She sighed, her eyes closing as her head dropped back. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve such a gift this Christmas, but he would make sure Cady was well pleasured.

Zane sat up and wrapped his mouth around one turgid nipple before gently suckling. Cady’s breath hitched as her hands grabbed his shoulders. He wrapped one arm around her to hold her against him. When that wasn’t enough, he flipped her onto her back and settled between her legs so he could move from one breast to the other at his leisure.

When she ground her hips against him, he knew it was time. He kissed down her stomach until he reached the edge of her panties. Only then did he lift his head to glance at Cady. Her blond hair fanned around her. Her nipples glistened from his kisses. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and gently slid them over the gentle flare of her hips and then down her legs.

He ran his hands up her legs from her ankles, taking in the beautiful sight of the woman laid bare before him. Her breasts filled his palms perfectly, the orbs falling softly to the sides with their weight. Her pale skin was silky smooth, begging for his touch. But he was dying to learn another part of her.

Zane pushed her legs wider. Her eyes fluttered open to watch him as he settled between her thighs once more. Then he tenderly ran his tongue across her sex.



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It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

Cady was locked between the two, unable to do anything but feel everything. Zane teased her clit with his tongue, doing things she had never known were possible. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he pushed a digit inside her.

She dug her fingers in the comforter. With one movement, he had flung her to the edge of climax. She sat, waiting, silently begging him to send her over the edge. As if he knew his power, he pulled back just enough to keep her from reaching the final pinnacle but still on the brink.

“Please,” she begged.

Instead of answering, he began moving his finger, his tongue swirling around her swollen clit in the same tempo. She cried out as he once more slowed. The orgasm was so close. She just needed a little push.

Again and again, he brought her to the threshold, only to pull back at the last minute. Cady’s entire body shook with her need for release. She flung her head from side to side, words no longer possible. He owned her body, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once more, his mouth was on her sex, licking and laving. His finger moved inside of her, stroking her steadily. The familiar feel of desire tightened in her belly. Her body stiffened in response, and she waited for him to pull back again. But this time, his tongue kept flicking over her clit, and his finger kept moving within her.

When the climax hit, she screamed her release as it enveloped her. Waves upon waves of pleasure flowed through her, each one more intense than the one before. She had no idea how long the orgasm lasted. Seconds or centuries. It could’ve been either. As she floated back into herself, she felt … utterly content.