I'm Your Santa (22 page)

“Pregnancy is good for you.” He looked up, catching her gaze. “You are so sexy. Glowing. Completely feminine.”

“It's the hormones and I'm fat and going to get a lot fatter.”

“You're pregnant and perfect.”

“What men don't say to get into a woman's pants.” She gave him a half smile.

“Sweetheart, I've already been there and beyond.” Then he kissed her stomach again before sitting up. “I need to see you, all of you, every inch in the firelight.” He peeled her slacks and panties down over her rounded hips, her eyes smoldering as he uncovered her dark mysterious patch that hid the wonderful secrets that drove him wild. “Just for me.”

He slid off her slacks then his own jeans, her eyes wide in watching him, hungry then devouring him. He pulled a condom from his jeans and she sat up and held out her hand. “That's just for me.”

His insides clenched at the suggestion, and his arousal hardened to the extent he had to pull in deep breaths to keep himself in control. “I don't know if I can stand your hands on me that way.”

She ran her forefinger up his midsection, over his pecs and neck, stopping at his lips. She kissed him with a lot of tongue then grinned. “Let's find out.”

“Vixen.”

“I'll give it my best shot.” Then she tugged him down and straddled his middle, her hot wet sex across his bare thighs. The thought of her open, ready, and wanting him fogging his brain. She tore open the package, his heart rate jumping into overdrive. As she slowly rolled the condom over his dick he pulled in a breath between clenched teeth. “You're killing me, babe.”

She stopped and kissed the tip of his erection, the warmth of her lips and tongue penetrating clear through the latex. “You can't do that,” he hissed, her mouth taking him a bit more. His control deteriorating to the breaking point as she completed covering him, her mouth following. His blood roared, it was all he could hear. His chest tightened like constricting bands of steel. He framed her face between his palms and brought her head up. “Too much, babe.”

“But I want to and I'm on top.” She gave a wicked smile. “I think I like being on top a lot. I could get used to this.”

In desperation, he captured her shoulders and rolled them over. “Not fair,” she protested with a sassy pout, her hair streaming out behind her, her lips full and smiling up at him in the changing light.

“I'll make it up to you, I promise.” He kissed her, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth, her hands on his face now, making him feel like a king. Then she pulled him down, all of him, his body covering hers. He planted more kisses down the middle of her naked torso. His hands massaged her firm breasts while wedging himself between her legs, the nest of hair rubbing against his chest an added bonus. He put a soft kiss on the inside of her right thigh and her breath caught.

“What are you doing?”

“Picking up where I left off.”

“Enough. I want you in me.”

“Hold that thought, but right now it's definitely not enough. I'm enjoying myself, I'm enjoying you.” He knew he had to hear that catch in her voice again. He wanted to please her more than anything, make her believe she was sexy and lovely. He licked the inside of her left thigh then kissed the wet spot, her legs trembling. Then he kissed higher and heard that sweet catch, making his erection harder, throbbing this time with anticipation.

“You are an incredible lover.”

He pushed her legs apart, wide. “And you're a delicious partner.”

“This is a little embarrassing.”

“Sweetheart, this is heaven.” Then his tongue found her clit and her gasp of pure pleasure made him happier than he thought possible.

“Handsome!” she whispered, her voice ragged. “What are you…I can't…Oh, dear Lord!”

He suckled the sweet spot, her little cries filling the room. “Just let it happen, sweetheart. Let go, thrill me.” His tongue took her again and again, then plunged deep into her damp heat. Her moans raw and real, her body quivering then convulsing in orgasm as his tongue pleased her one more time.

“Handsome,” she whimpered. He laid back over her, taking her mouth in a deep satisfying slow kiss. “What you do to me…How can you do it over and over again?” She kissed the tip of his chin. “Each time is better. I don't know how it can be, but it is.”

“I love making you happy.” He'd take this memory of making love to LuLu with him, cherishing their time together by the fire, no problems no entanglements, pure pleasure.

“But you…what about you? I want you inside of me, I want you to do me.”

His dick pulsed hard and painful against her mound, her legs circling him now, her sex exposed and waiting for him. Her eyes danced with the fire. “Take me. Make love to me. Hard.”

He arched his brow in question.

“I want to feel you entering me like…like a man who knows what he wants.”

“I know, believe me on this.”

“But I want to be a woman, all woman just for you. I want to be ravaged by someone who means it and wants this as much as I do. I want the soldier. Is that bad?”

Oh shit! His vision blurred, the suggestion nearly sending him over the edge for the millionth time tonight. That he hadn't lost it already amazed the hell out of him. He swallowed, his mouth too dry to speak as his blood pounded and then he kissed her hard as he entered her in one driving force, careful not to hurt her but giving her all of himself without holding back or stopping or pausing to let her catch her breath. She gasped once then twice as he filled her completely, her sex pressed to his tight and searing and soaked.

“Again,” she whimpered, her breaths ragged now, eyes dilated, her legs in an unyielding embrace. “Do it again…harder,” her whimpers more intense, her head dipping back, hair streaming down, shining like a million strands of brown silk.

Gritting his teeth he withdrew, her eyes liquid as she watched him, her face pink with desperate desire for him. The pressure surrounding his arousal as he moved in her a mixture of torture and bliss; her passion more intense then anything he'd ever experienced before. Her legs held firm as he plunged into her again, her hips lifting in perfect unison to his demanding thrust, his insides erupting into a blinding orgasm. He drove into her one more time, making her his, claiming her body as his own, knowing he'd never forget this moment or LuLu or their lovemaking.

His body stayed molded to hers as his orgasm subsided, his body spent. He hated that the moment was over. Too powerful, too fast. “Did I hurt you? God, I hope not, but I think I'm ruined for life. Probably broke something important. Damn. Last orgasm I'll ever have.” He gazed at her. “And I got to tell you it was worth it.”

“If it's any consolation, you've ruined me for anyone else.”

“There can't be anyone else,” he blurted, but he meant it with his whole being even though it couldn't be true. “But,” he forced himself to say, “I know that can't be. How can sex suddenly be so complicated when the whole point of this was that it wouldn't be complicated at all?”

He rested his head beside her, her legs still enfolding him, their bodies united. “I hate this,” he whispered in her ear. “I hate loving you, as if you're the only woman on earth, then leaving you and not knowing if I'll ever see you again. Guess that's where the complication part's coming from. I think we slid beyond the just sex part.”

“But we can't.” She exhaled in resignation that sounded more rehearsed than heartfelt. He slid himself from her needing to break the intimate connection so he could think. He sat up to look at her, the firelight on her breasts and torso primal, the way men have been looking at women, desiring them since they lived in caves. He disposed of the condom in a napkin and dropped it in a trash can by the serving cart. Then he held her close because he needed to have her near one more time.

Maybe the realistic approach would work. “We have to think of this as a great time, a good memory, something we can both move on from and—”

“I don't believe that door slammed shut and locked us in,” came Isabella's voice thundering down the hall. “I'm freezing, I need to sit by a fire and get warm. Why couldn't you pop out a window to inside the house so we didn't have to traipse through the snow outside to get here? My feet are wet, everything's wet. Where is everyone?”

“Sleeping until you wake them up with your infernal blabbering, and I couldn't break out a window to inside the house because the windows are for the outside. Gripe, gripe, gripe that's all you've done since we got locked in the garden room. Get over it.”

“And all you've done is be bossy and opinionated and a darn nuisance.”

Sebastian's gaze locked with LuLu's. “Oh, damn, operation matchmaker is a bust. They're battling worse than ever.”

“And they're headed our way.”

A twinge of panic sliced through LuLu as Handsome grabbed his jeans and shirt and shoes. She snatched her slacks and blouse, and they rolled together under the table seconds before Terrance and Isabella stormed into the room. The tablecloth reaching to the floor offered a perfect hiding place, but Handsome's body pressed to her front and the gyrations to get here made her want him again. What! How could that happen so fast?

She needed a distraction to get her mind off Handsome and his nakedness and her nakedness. It would have to be one heck of a diversion. Something like jumping up right now and admitting they were parallel parking by the fire. That would grab some serious attention, kill any sex drive in a flash and as an added bonus it would end the fearsome foursome trying to get them together because they'd obviously already been there and done that.

Too much drama. Instead, she peeked under the cloth at two pair of shoes by the fire and a pink lacy bra on the red carpet…her pink lacy bra. Okay, now that was a distraction and a half and from the expression on Handsome's face he thought so, too.

Isabella said, “Did you get us locked in there on purpose? You know, you could just say you're sorry and that you are wrong about Bevvy and Sebastian.”

Terrance groused, “I sure as hell didn't do anything to get us trapped in that dang room tonight and I'm not wrong, you are.”

“So it's back to Sebastian and Bevvy again, is that it?”

“You started it again.”

“Nothing's changed. We have different ideas and different tastes.”

Handsome sneaked his hand out, trapped the bra between his thumb and forefinger and eased it under the table as Isabella said something about that taste extending to Terrance's beef burgundy because it needed more burgundy, and his reply of Isabella not knowing a good burgundy if she tripped over it in broad daylight.

Handsome rolled his eyes, LuLu smothered a giggle and then he kissed her, making her oblivious to anything but him and them together. His arousal pulsed against the inside of her thigh and her legs parted. He slid into her again, hard and ready, her body welcoming him and she was instantly overcome by another orgasm. How? Why? Oh my God!

She couldn't get enough of him! No thoughts about him leaving or her being pregnant or them being caught in the act diminishing that craving one bit. See, that's because it was sex, she reassured herself, her heart still slamming her ribs. Nothing but sex could consume her this way. She'd miss it when Handsome left but she'd move on, you could do that with sex because it was replaceable, right?

“I think they've gone,” he whispered in her ear.

Gone? They? She did a mental head shake to get her brain on what was going on. Isabella and Terrance…she remembered now. LuLu listened, trying to get beyond the gentle sound of Handsome's breaths in her ear and the feel of a man's weight,
this
man's weight, on her.

The fire spit and hissed, but she heard nothing else so she lifted the cloth and peeked out again. Handsome rolled off and peeked, too. He gave her a thumbs-up. They shrugged into their clothes, did one last peek then crawled out.

“I wonder how Cordell and Rebecca are getting along because the other dynamic duo is behaving worse than before.” She finger combed her hair so it didn't look too much like,
I've been screwing by the fire.

“Maybe we should just give up on getting any of them together.” Handsome tucked in his shirt.

“Except we're the ones who messed up the budding relationships to the point where they don't have a chance now. I feel terrible that our problems have become theirs. So, we need to fix things or burn in relationship hell when we croak. Not a pretty thought.”

Cordell and Rebecca rounded the corner, Cordell saying, “You don't understand what being a soldier is all about. It's dangerous out there.”

“And you underestimate women. That weaker sex idea bit the dust a long time ago, Cordell.” Rebecca parked her hands on her hips. “Who thought of taking out the pins in the hinges tonight so we could get the door off of that wine cellar and get out of there?”

“And who gave you their coat so you wouldn't get a chill, tell me that. The reason chivalry is dead is because you women killed it deader than Lincoln with all your feminism talk.”