Bad Boy Christmas: Box Set (15 page)

Now that her arms were free of the sleeves, she reached for him, placing her palms on his shoulders and feeling restrained power rippling through his body, beneath his silk shirt. She ran her palms up and down his biceps that flexed under her palms.

He dipped his head and sucked her nipple through the lace and she gasped and arched her back. He made low, hungry growls in the back of his throat as he moved his mouth to her other nipple. The sounds caused a shiver to run through her, as if he was an untamed beast and she was his prey.

She slid her fingers into his hair, clenching the fine strands in her fingers. It all felt as if it was a dream. A wonderful, miraculous dream.

His gaze met hers as he rose, and he kissed her again. God, his kisses were soul-searing and incredible, making her feel as if she had been transported to another world.

He eased back down her body and began once again to peel down the bodice of her dress that was now gathered at her waist. He pressed his lips to her belly button and darted his tongue inside. Erotic sensations shot between her thighs, electrifying her even more.

She shifted enough for him to slide her dress over her hips. He drew the material down her thighs and legs before sweeping the dress away and laying it over the arm of a nearby chair.

He moved between her thighs, pressing them apart with his hips, and she caught her breath. His eyes were so dark, so filled with desire that it should have scared her a little. But it didn’t. Not at all. He raked his gaze over her lacy bra and panties as he trailed his fingers down her legs to the sexy high heels he hadn’t taken off.

“Ceiling shoes,” her friend, Patty, had called the heels when Daya bought them. Patty had said it was because they were the kind of heels that would be up in the air once she had a man between her thighs. Daya had laughed at the time, but now she wasn’t laughing. She was wriggling with desire, wanting him to strip the rest of her bare and take her hard. Take her now. With her fuck me heels straight up at the ceiling.

But Ramón apparently had no intention of rushing anything. His movements were slow and sensual as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra, baring her breasts to the air and causing her nipples to grow rock hard. She was never so glad she had indulged in such sexy lingerie as she was at that moment. He slid it out from beneath her and set it aside with the dress.

“My sweet little
coqui
.” His warm mouth slid over her nipple and he sucked, causing her to gasp and squirm beneath him. He paid close attention to both nipples before moving down her body, kissing a path straight to waistband of her panties. He grasped the skimpy lace at the sides and shifted his big body so that he could ease the material down her legs and set them aside with her dress and bra.

When she was completely bare, he eased back onto his knees, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly unbuttoned and removed his silk shirt. She swallowed hard as she studied the perfection of his bronzed chest, shoulders and arms. An Adonis carved from stone and come alive to be hers for the night.

She wanted to go to him, to unfasten his belt for herself, but by the look in his eyes she knew he wanted to be in complete and total control. He eased to his feet and laid his shirt next to her clothing. After he removed his shoes and socks, he unfastened his belt buckle, and unbuttoned his slacks. She found herself holding her breath as he slid the slacks over his hips.

Her eyes widened at the bulge pressing against his black satin boxers. Her eyes grew even bigger when he dropped the boxers and she got a good look at what she wanted so badly inside her.

He lowered himself and braced his hands to either side of her shoulders, his hips between her thighs. His skin was so warm, his erection pressing into her belly as he held most of his body weight off of hers

A groan of need rumbled up in his throat before he lowered his head and kissed her. He moved down her body again, exploring each inch and curve, kissing each freckle and scar as if he’d found a precious treasure. Little by little, she felt like she could almost hear his thoughts, sense what he felt—and it was all appreciative. All hot. All burning like a fire that wouldn’t be doused.

Every nerve ending felt alive and she needed him more than she could ever remember needing anything in her life.

He finished kissing the inside of her ankle before lowering her foot and then moving his big shoulders between her thighs. She held her breath, flutters tickling her belly as he lowered his head.

One swipe of his tongue along her folds and her body shuddered with the potent sensations that caused her mind to whirl. He reached up and linked her smaller hands in his big ones and she gripped them tight as he licked her folds and sucked her clit.

The Christmas lights above her twinkled and merged with the colors in her mind. A climax took her swift and suddenly, and as she soared, she thought she heard the angels sing with her cry. Her body trembled, her core clenching with each wave of pleasure.

When she finally returned from the Heavens, she opened her eyes to see Ramón now above her, a sensual smile on his strong, carved features.

“You are precious, my Daya.” He kissed her long and slow as she regained her bearings. Or tried to.

He moved his cock to her core. She was so petite and he was so big that she found herself holding her breath, wondering if he would fit inside her. She was so wet as he carefully slid inside her. He stretched her, filled her.

When he was fully seated inside her, he gave her a moment to catch her breath. He took her slow and easy as Christmas lights blinked colorful patterns onto their exposed skin. She felt as if she’d been consumed by magic. More color and light and sensation beyond any that she had imagined or experienced spun through her.

Daya’s mind swam. Her body responded in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Their lovemaking became even more frenzied and exciting.

“You are mine.” Ramón’s voice held a possessive growl. “My sweet, do not doubt that you belong to me.”

“Yes,” she called out, accepting him, accepting this new path in her life. “I belong to you.”

“You want more,
coqui
.” His voice deepened just like their passion. “I can give you more, just as you have given me. I can heal your wounds as you’ve healed mine, and still I will give you more, and more.”

A second orgasm sent her flying. It was like his words gave her wings and lifted her to the sky. Even her cry soared high as she rose.

She was still skimming clouds of passion when she heard Ramón’s shout of pleasure. In it she heard power and dominance, yet the tenderness and gentleness he had shown her as he made love to her was there, too.

Eyes closed, she drifted for a moment, feeling a sense of belonging and peace, a serenity that she hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. It was a feeling of coming home and being exactly where she needed to be.

When she opened her eyes, she found him watching her, a light smile on his lips. He was so handsome, so virile, that he seemed to be almost a dream. But he was far more than a handsome face. So much more.

Everything she’d learned about him tonight and her own intuition told her he was a good man. A man who would be there for her, and a man who would let her be there for him, as well.

He stroked hair from her cheek with his knuckles, his caress whisper soft against her skin. “Tell me what you are thinking, little one.”

She put her hand over his and smiled at him. “This moment is the best Christmas present I could ever have asked for.”

“You are my Christmas gift.” He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip. “And this is only a moment in what will last a lifetime. Will you share a lifetime of moments with me, Daya, and be my Christmas gift for the rest of our lives?”

Daya smiled. She brushed her lips along the corner of Ramón’s mouth. “You are a gift I will treasure always.”

He kissed her slowly and sensually. When he drew back he said, “Merry Christmas,
coqui.
”

“Yes it is, Ramón,” she said with a smile. “Yes, it is.”

~Romantic Suspense~

“Lawmen” Series

Hidden Prey

“Riding Tall” Series

Branded For You

Roping Your Heart

Fencing You In

Tying You Down

Playing With You

Crazy For You

Hot For You

Made For You

Held By You

Belong To You

“Rough and Ready” Series

Silk and Spurs

Lace and Lassos

Champagne and Chaps

Satin and Saddles

Roses and Rodeo

Lingerie and Lariats

Lipstick and Leather

~Paranormal~

Dark Seduction

Night’s Captive

Future Knight

~Holiday~

Bad Boy Christmas

“Tattoos and Leather” ménage

Inked

Branded

Marked

Stranded

“Hearts in Chains” BDSM Series

Wounded

“The Auction” Series

Sold

Bought

Claimed
(with bonus novella
Taken
)

“Taboo” Series

Wicked Nights: three Erotic Tales

Taboo Desires: three Tales of Lust and Passion

Playing Rough: three Stories of Sensual Submission

Paranormal

The Touch

“Lawmen” series

By Cheyenne McCray

Almost absently, he rubbed his thumb along Tori’s delicate jawline while they both remained quiet. He liked the way she fit in his arms. It felt…right.

It was the right time to tell her about what happened with Brian. Landon knew he should do it now.

And then every good intention vanished as she tipped her face up to look at him. Her eyelashes glittered from the remainder of her tears and her brown eyes seemed even darker than normal. As their gazes met and held, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to look away from her again. She drew him to her in so many ways and he was helpless to stop himself from wanting to get closer to her.

The other agents were downstairs and he was upstairs, alone. With Tori.

This wasn’t smart.

Hell, it was a long, long way from smart.

He held his breath, then let out a slow exhale as he lowered his mouth to hers.

The moment their lips met, she gave a sigh, surrendering herself to his kiss. That sense of surrender fueled him, somehow making him desire her even more than he already did.

He moved his lips over hers, hungry for the taste of her, the feel of her. Her scent filled him, as if a part of her was now inside him. Her lips were so soft, her taste exquisite on his tongue. God, he knew he could never get enough of her.

She leaned into him as their body heat melded, fusing them together in a way that defied explanation. Her sighs turned into a soft moan as he moved his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and to her waist. She was wearing one of her new T-shirts and he pushed the hem up just enough that he could feel her soft skin along the waistband. He gripped her slender waist in his hands, his fingers brushing the base of her spine where she’d been tattooed.

Her hunger and his grew in matching intensity. She moved her palms up his chest to his shoulders and gripped them like she was afraid she would slide away if she didn’t hold on tightly.

He slipped his palms from her waist to her ass, feeling the perfection of it as he squeezed her closer to him. His cock was impossibly hard, pressing against her, straining to get free from behind the tough denim of his jeans.

Their clothes—too much cloth was between them. He wanted to feel her warm silky skin against his, nothing keeping them apart. He wanted only to slide between her thighs and drive his cock deep inside her heat.

The rumble that rose up in his chest was like a lion staking a claim on his territory, and she made an answering purr, giving herself completely to him. Not just surrendering, but offering herself for his pleasure. She asked for nothing, just gave him everything she had.

She sighed again as he slid his lips along her jawline to her ear. She gasped when he nipped at her earlobe and shivered in a delicate way that told him he’d just found one of her erogenous zones. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth and nipped at it again. He felt another shiver run through her body.

He moved his lips down the column of her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat. The soft purring sounds she made caused his cock to grow even harder and he rubbed himself against her in a slow deliberate movement, like what he’d do when he was inside her.

A gasp escaped her as he cupped her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her taut nipples that pressed against the fabric of her T-shirt. She slid her fingers into his hair and encouraged him to lower his head so his mouth was even with her breasts. His body was close to shaking from the power of his need for her as he circled her nipple with his tongue, wetting the T-shirt and causing her to suck in her breath. She gave a small cry and gripped his hair tighter as he moved his mouth to her other nipple.