Now that she’d unleashed him, he felt as wild as a rampaging bull. He wanted more—everything she could give him. He left her mouth to trail hot kisses across her jaw to the sensitive whorls of her ear, then down her long neck, stopping to feel the fast beat of her pulse. He growled in frustration when he reached her clothes, but he remembered she wore a Western shirt. He pulled, and—snap, snap, snap—the buttons came undone. He tossed the shirt aside and pressed hot kisses to her bare flesh made festive in the lights of the Christmas tree.
He grinned in pleasure at the sight, knowing he probably looked half feral, because she backed up several steps toward the sofa. Then again, she was giving him a come-hither look that made a blaze spread out from his chest and kick into an inferno that turned him even harder with desire.
He couldn’t wait another second. He surged forward, grabbed her around the waist, and toppled her backward onto the sofa as he planted his legs between her spread thighs. Heat burst between them like a match set to kindling as he pressed her into the soft cushions.
She tugged on his T-shirt and he jerked it up, over his head, and threw it on the floor. She helped him get rid of her bra. And then they were flesh to flesh. He could feel her breasts against his chest. And still it wasn’t enough. He lifted his torso and looked down at her. She lay bare to him, all satin and silken skin in the lights of the Christmas tree. He stroked her pink nipples into hard buds, and then followed his fingertips with his lips till she moaned and clasped his shoulders, drawing him closer to her.
He grew urgent as he pushed between her thighs, feeling desperate to join them by burying himself in her hot, moist core. But their jeans separated them and he groaned in frustration as he kissed and licked and nibbled down to her belly button, where he teased her sensitive flesh. She moaned again and clutched him closer, raising her hips so that she rubbed against his hardness.
He captured her lips again, feeling their plumpness, knowing they were swollen from their desperate kisses. Once more he thrust deep into her mouth, teasing and tormenting, as he felt her naked breasts soft and plump against his chest. He raised his head and looked into her green eyes so he could watch her expression as he held her in a tight embrace and pushed against her, setting a rhythm that had her writhing up against him.
“Trey, I need you—now.” She moaned as she closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into his naked back.
He gave her a quick kiss, then pushed back and stood up. He racked his brain for the location of the nearest condom. He might have left a box in the downstairs bath, but it’d been so long since he’d needed one that he wasn’t sure anymore. He quickly walked into the bath, found a half-empty box in a drawer, pulled out several condoms, and hurried back.
When he reached the sofa, he stopped in surprise. She hadn’t waited for him. She’d taken off her jeans, set them aside, and now sat on his Frosty the Snowman blanket like the most beautiful of models. If he’d been hot before, now he felt like a flaming torch.
She smiled up at him, glanced down at his jeans, and pursed her lips in disapproval, but still beckoned him closer.
He couldn’t shuck his jeans fast enough. He kicked them aside, feeling hard as a rock, and quickly slipped on a condom.
And then he hesitated—watching her watch him with eyes darkened by desire—as he savored the sheer pleasure of the moment. Only a few days ago he’d been alone, not knowing that he was missing a big chunk of his life till he’d flagged down his Christmas angel on Wildcat Road. Now he couldn’t imagine life without her.
With that thought, his control snapped. He dove for Misty, tumbled her onto her back, and ended up in the place he most wanted to be—wedged between her long, tantalizing legs.
“Oh, Trey,” she moaned. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips as he held her close. When she lifted her hips, he pushed into her hot depths. And knew he’d come home.
Quickly, he set the ancient rhythm. She set the blazing fire. And they moved ever closer to ecstasy as they shared their spiraling passion together.
Then she was coming apart in his arms—and he eagerly joined her.
Chapter 34
“I don’t like leaving you here alone for the night.” Trey stopped his pickup in front of Twin Oaks under twinkling Christmas lights.
“I won’t be alone and I’ll be fine.” She put her hand on his thigh and felt his hard muscles contract under her touch. She thrilled at his response. They’d shared so much only a few hours ago that she still felt slightly giddy.
“You could stay with me.” His voice held more than a hint of stubbornness.
“My stuff’s here.”
“Stuff can be transferred.”
“You want me to move in with you after only a few days together?” She chuckled to try and lighten the mood.
“I’m worried about you.” He slanted a glance at her.
She felt captured by his gaze. She didn’t want to leave him. Once separated, she feared they might lose the bridge they’d built between them. Still, she had to trust their connection was strong, not fragile.
“Misty, you’ve undone me.” He ran a hand through his dark hair. “If anything happened to you—”
“I feel the same. But we’ve got a situation on our hands.”