A Kilted Christmas Wish (6 page)

“You know, Christmas movies play around the clock on almost every channel about now,” she said.

Aaron leaned closer to her, the leather of the seat crunching as he did. “And?”

She bit her lip, and met his gaze. “Do you want to watch one with me?”

“Right now?” His voice had lowered, growing sensual, the timbre making goosebumps raise on her skin.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I can only think of one thing I’d rather do.”

Her stomach did
a flip. “What?” she blurted out, feeling her body tense with unspoken need.

Aaron pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Kiss you.”

Chapter Six

A
aron had to keep himself from lifting Darla into his arms and running up the three flights of stairs to her apartment. Instead, he settled for watching the sway of her hips and imagining her luscious behind beneath the bulky down winter coat.

She shimmied around in
her purse for the keys, her eyes wide as she gazed at him. “Found ‘em,” she whispered, almost like she was giving him one last chance to turn and run back into the snow.

He just grinned, giving her his I’m-going-to-make-this-a-night-you’ll-never-forget look.

Her pupils dilated as she stared at him, flicked her gaze to his lips and then fumbled with the lock. As soon as she had it open, they walked inside, and he shut the door, swinging her around and pressing her back against it. He pinned her in place, gazing at her face, taking in the length of her lashes and potent desire in her eyes.

“Did we decide on which movie?” he asked, his voice
gravelly as he lowered his face near hers. Aaron peeled off her gloves and entwined his fingers with hers. Her hands were warm, soft compared to his. He dipped low and brushed his lips over hers, tasting a hint of their chocolate dessert.

“I…I think Miracle—” But she stopped talking and lifted up, pressing her mouth on his. She slid her tongue over his lip, teased it inside his mouth, taking control of their lip-lock.
Hunger roared through him.

Aaron growled, pressed his pelvis to hers. He let go of her hands, only so he could grab onto her hips.
Round, perfect hips. Darla wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head so he could deepen their kiss. The way she fluttered her fingers at the base of his neck, toying with his hair sent a shivers of desperate need racing over his limbs. He’d not made love since… God, he didn’t want to think about Megan. Reminders of how royally he was screwing her memory…

Yup, guilt deadened the mood.
Fuck
. He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. He was falling hard for Darla. Really liked her. And what was wrong with that? Nothing. People fell for people all the time. But he’d not shared his past with her, and he… He couldn’t risk losing someone else he loved. Taking Darla to bed was only going to push them over the edge and into territory he wasn’t sure he was ready for yet.

“
Miracle on 34
th
Street
?” he asked.

Darla
nodded, confusion in her gaze. He could see in her eyes, she desired him. Hell, he wanted her, too. His cock was rock hard, pressed to the heat at the juncture of her thighs. He stared at her plump, thoroughly kissed lips, the rosy tinge in her cheeks and her indigo, provocative eyes. He could stare at her all day. Paint a portrait of her in his mind. Hell, he’d even go so far as to suggest his company make a reality show about her just so he could watch.

But this was… what? Could he just give in tonight? Let things happen as they would? The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Darla.

“Popcorn?” she whispered.

He nodded, but didn’t pull away. He couldn’t.

Darla stared up at him, question clouding her eyes. Fuck it. He needed this. They were both consenting adults. Maybe making love to Darla would heal the pain of loss and help him move forward. Help him not feel guilty about being with her.

Aaron bent low again, tugging her lower lip gently with his teeth. “Popcorn and movies can wait,” he
murmured.

Darla sighed, slid her hands over his chest and tugged at the lapel of his jacket. “Let’s take this off,” she said.

“And this,” he pulled at her coat sleeves near her wrists. Jackets removed, they still gazed at one another. Both, perhaps, a little nervous.

She chewed on her lower lip and inched a step forward. “
Might have been cliché, but tonight was one of the most fun dates I’ve ever had. In fact”—she slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders—“I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

Aaron grinned and touched his hands to the small of her back. “It was exceedingly enjoyable.” And he meant ever damn word. Darla was a sparkling light into a rather mundane existence. She brought out a side of him—an exciting side—he’d banished years ago. Even with Megan, he’d been the subdued business man.
A producer dating a star. He tugged her nearer, closing the few inches of space between them, so she was flush against him.

“God, I want to kiss you,” he said.

“Yes. Kiss me.” Darla tilted her head up, lifted up on tip toe, and he met her halfway, capturing her mouth in a demanding, possessive kiss.

He held her tight, rubbing up and down her spine. She toyed with his hair, lightly scratched the base of his skull. Aaron growled, caressing over her buttocks, and then squeezing.
A perfect, heart-shaped ass. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. Turning in a half-circle, he headed toward her couch, sitting with her on top of him, straddling his hips.

He slipped his hands beneath her sweater, feeling the warm, silken flesh of her back beneath his fingertips. She gasped as he slid his hands over her spine until he reached the clasp of her bra. Her breasts were pressed to his chest. He feathered the fingers of one hand over her ribs, swiping his thumb beneath her breast.
Lace. Fucking lace. The erotic fabric toyed with his mind. He had to know what color. Had to see the way the lace hugged her creamy skin. See the way her nipples puckered, pressing against the roughness of the lace.

“Take your sweater off,” he said.

Darla crisscrossed her arms and pulled the red sweater over her head, tossing it behind her.

Aaron gritted his teeth.
Red. Lacy red and absolutely the sexiest bra he’d ever seen. Her creamy flesh teased him, visible through the lace, and dusky nipples, hard as rubies pushed through the center.

“So damn sexy,” he murmured.

Aaron cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands. Perfect. Darla’s chest rose and fell with her quickened breaths. His cock jumped, as she shifted on his crotch. He hissed a breath and leaned forward, flicking his tongue over the center of the lace, around her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her hand slipped around the back of his head, tugging encouragingly at his hair. He fluttered his tongue over her nipple, scraped his teeth over it, then paid equal homage to the second one.

Darla tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of his pants and sliding her hands over his abs.
He couldn’t get enough. She tasted sweet and moved against him in a way that was decadent torture.

He kissed above her breasts, breathed in the scent of perfume on her neck, teased her ear with a gentle nip and then claimed her lips. He kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting, relishing,
burning this moment into his memory.

Massaging the muscles along the length of her spine, he
unclasped the hook of her bra with a flick of his fingers. The hook separated, freeing her breasts. She gave a little gasp and then started to tug in earnest at his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders, down his arms, just as he tugged her bra straps over hers. They clashed together, skin to skin. Her breasts crushed to his chest, the warmth and feel of her intoxicating.

He reached up, threading his fingers in her hair, his other hand cupping her naked breast and rolling his palm against her turgid nipple. Could it get any better than this?

He’d bet everything he owned it didn’t. When he was with Darla…he felt like he was home.

***

Crisp chest hair tickled her breasts making Darla gasp, her muscles clenching. She’d never felt such an urgency as she did with Aaron. Never felt that if she stopped she’d lose herself completely. With him, it felt right, perfect, meant to be.

He lifted her again, standing up in her small living room and taking a few steps, his mouth still clasped to hers. She tightened her thighs around his hips. He cursed as he bumped into the
coffee table, and then moved forward a little more, pressing her up against a wall, hands held tight to her buttocks. She bowed into him, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

Aaron whirled down the hall, went through the door of the kitchen, carried her back and then into the bathroom.

He laughed. “Which way?”

“Second door on the right.”

Light from the moon and city lights filtered through her window shining slashes of silver onto her bed. He carried her through the door and straight for her bed—thankfully she’d had the forethought to make it, something she never did. Maybe she’d somehow known…

The silk of her comforter touched her naked back, chilling
her and exciting her at the same time. Aaron didn’t wait a second before he covered her body with his, sliding his knee between her thighs. He skimmed his fingers down her arms to her hands, bringing them over her head as he rocked against her. His hard erection pressed back and forth against her sex. Darla tilted her hips up, wanting more of that delicious pressure. More of him.

Freeing a hand, s
he scraped the backs of her nails over his ribs and down to his trim waist. Muscles rippled beneath her fingers. Hooking her fingers inside his belt, she slid them around to the front of the buckle and flicked it open. He groaned, encouraging her all the more. She flicked open the button of his pants, slid down the zipper, the backs of her fingers brushing against his thick bulge. Breath hitched. Heart skipped a beat. She pushed at his pants, and reached her hands inside his briefs, fingers touching the hard heat of him.

Aaron hissed a breath and kissed her harder. She wrapped her fingers around his
dick, sliding over the silken, hard flesh, and enjoying every growl and shiver her touch brought out of him.

But then he was sliding away from her, kissing a titillating path from her mouth, down her neck, over her breasts, her stomach, and hovering over the button of her pants. She watched as he tugged at the button with his teeth, winking at her
as he plucked it open. Dear God, if he could undo her pants with his teeth, she was in for one hell of a ride. Already she felt boneless, her nerves zinging with fiery need. He used his fingers to slide down her zipper, slipped his hands inside, around to her ass and pulled her pants all the way down to her ankles.

Darla kicked off her shoes, and Aaron removed her pants the rest of the way, leaving her in her red lacy thong, a shaft of moonlight illuminating her new panties.

“Damn. I thought the bra was hot, but this…” He hovered over her, bringing his face above her crotch. “This is just wicked.”

He pressed his face against her panties, the heat of his breath making her shiver uncontrollably as decadent sensations swirled and throbbed.

She moaned and stroked her hands through his hair.

He groaned. “Every minute I spend with you…”

But he didn’t finish and she wanted him to, was almost urgent with the need to hear him say something, anything, that would make this moment last. That would make this more than the hooking up of two sex-driven bodies. Every time she slept with a guy, it ended. She was pretty sure she wasn’t bad at sex, but she was also pretty sure, she wasn’t good at relationships. She closed her eyes, her legs falling open as he continued to tease her with his mouth.
Don’t let tonight be the end…

Aaron hooked his thumbs in her panties and tugged them away, replacing the chill air with his body. The heat of his hard shaft pressed to her
bare cleft. The pleasure of it was cut short when he climbed off the bed, leaving her naked, vulnerable. He dug in his pocket and shucked his clothes. Seeing him standing there in the moonlight, nude, muscles rippling, took her breath away. He was lithe, cut, long and lean. Darla swallowed hard, finding it hard to believe that this amazing man, this hot Highlander, was standing stark-naked in her bedroom. She shivered.

He tore open a wrapper and slipped
the condom over his hard flesh. “I’ve wanted to make love to you since the moment I first saw you,” he said, sauntering forward.

Darla licked her lips and leaned up on her elbows. “Don’t make me wait another minute.”

“Every man’s fantasy,” he said, sliding over her, both of his thighs between hers.

She
skimmed her toes up the backs of his thighs as he settled on top of her. He ducked his head, kissing her with leisure, savoring her. Their tongues danced slowly as their bodies rocked. Reaching between them, he slid his fingers over her folds and rubbed a slow circle around her clit, sending sparks of pleasure rocking through her.

Aaron glided his lips from her mouth over her chin and down to her neck, kissing against her pulse as he gripped his
shaft and guided it toward her opening. She clenched her thighs against his hips, slanting upward, begging for him to push inside her. He hovered at her entrance, the tip pressing hotly but not quite pushing inside.

Darla
skated her hands down Aaron’s back to his taut buttocks, gripping the muscles of his ass and tilting her pelvis. He continued to tease her, lifting his hard length away from her entrance and pressing it between her folds so it slid tantalizingly over her clit. She moaned, rocking with his movements.