One Hot Christmas. Katherine Garbera

you inside me.”

      So he stood and backed away as she stretched out on the comforter. He hadn’t bothered to pull it down. There was no need. The room was warm and about to get a whole lot warmer.

      She turned her head to watch as he stripped off the rest of his clothes and freed his aching cock. Her eyes widened. “Oh, my.”

      For the first time, he worried that he’d be too much for her. If he hurt her, even a little bit, he’d never forgive himself. His voice tight with lust, he sought to reassure her. “I’ll take it slow.”

      She swallowed. “Okay.”

      His blood pounded in his ears. “Don’t worry. You’ll be in charge.”

      “Oh.” Her rapid breathing made her breasts tremble invitingly. “That’s good.” A tiny smile touched her kiss-reddened lips and a gleam lit her green eyes.

      “I guess you like that idea. Big surprise.” His hands shook as he rolled on a condom. He didn’t need it for birth control, but he didn’t care to get into that discussion.

      He didn’t care to get into any discussion. She craved relief and by God, so did he. Neither of them needed conversation. He’d never wanted a woman so much, which meant he had to watch himself or he’d take her with all the force of that wanting. She might be a tough little thing with a will of iron, but she was no match for him if he allowed his passion free rein.

      He paused before putting a knee on the bed and took a shaky breath. “Scoot over,” he said softly. “So I can lie on my back. That’s how we’ll do this.”

      She followed his directions and propped her chin on her fist to watch him as he settled down beside her. “So I’m in charge?”

      “Completely.”

      She looked him up and down, and her gaze lingered on his cock, which projected upward with the rigidity of a sundial. “Oh, boy.”

      That’s when he realized he was in for it. He hadn’t intended for this to be a test of his control, but now it likely would be. The other part of wanting her so much was that he felt as if he could come any minute. That would be bad on many levels.

      She wasted no time scrambling to her knees and straddling his thighs. Then she sat there, her bare bottom warm against his skin as she contemplated him, her cheeks flushed. “I need you so much, but you are huge.”

      He resisted the urge to grab her and lift her into position. With the entrance to nirvana so very close, yet so very far, his brain was on tilt. “You don’t have to take it all.” But how he hoped she could.

      “I want to.” She wrapped her fingers around his latex-covered cock.

      He shuddered. “Then...just try.” Dear God, please try, before I go out of my effing mind.

      Slowly she rose on her knees and leaned over to flatten her hands on his chest. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in waves of abandon. “Hold still.”

      “Right.” His breathing roughened and he fisted his hands at his sides.

      “Here goes nothing.” She closed her eyes in concentration while she shifted her hips. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, she pressed the blunt tip of his cock right where it needed to be for the next stage.

      He swore under his breath as her slick heat taunted him almost beyond endurance.

      “Mmm.” She looked into his eyes. “Ready?”

      “Hell, yeah.”

      She eased down a little and sucked in air.

      “Too much?”

      “Oh, no.” She moaned softly and took him slightly deeper. “This is...amazing. I thought it might be, and now...now...”

      He didn’t dare speak. He was too busy going through his multiplication tables and naming the U.S. presidents while he fought off his climax. She picked up another inch of real estate and he started counting backward from a hundred by threes.

      Although he’d been worried that he’d be too big for her, he hadn’t contemplated the flipside of that. He hadn’t considered that her tight sheath would intensify the friction for him, too. He was thinking about it now as she continued her slow downward journey and he forgot how to breathe.

      She also wasn’t quiet about her plan to take all he had to give. She heralded each bit of progress with heartfelt moans and blissful sighs, which made it even tougher for him to stay in control. Then her core muscles clenched.

      He drew in a sharp breath and glared at her. “Don’t.”

      “I can’t...help it.” Her eyes were dark with excitement. “Nothing has ever felt...” She gasped as she settled further down. “Like this.”

      He lifted his head to gauge her progress. That was a mistake. The visual of his cock almost completely buried except for a mere inch sent a spasm through him. He groaned and fought against coming.

      “I’m going for it.” Taking a ragged breath, she moved the rest of the way and erupted, her climax rolling over his cock as her wild cries filled the room.

      That wiped out his last ounce of control and he arched upward, claiming whatever fraction remained with a deep bellow of satisfaction as he came. Yes, oh, yes! Her tight channel clenched as he withdrew and thrust again. Pleasure pulsed through him in a dizzying spiral that left him gulping for air.

      He couldn’t say how long the moment lasted. He lost all track of time as he lay immersed in the incredible sensation of coming inside Molly Gallagher. When she slid down to rest her cheek on his damp chest, he finally allowed himself to hold her.

      Until then he’d been true to his promise that she was in charge, but now he felt safe wrapping her in his arms. She relaxed against him, and her weight was no more than that of a pillow. The top of her head only reached his chin and her waist wasn’t much bigger than his thigh. Yet she’d taken his cock deep into her body and treated it to the best time of its life.

      “I loved that,” she murmured.

      “Me, too.”

      “Next time you can be in charge.”

      He smiled and combed her tousled hair with his fingers. “So you want to do this again?”

      She laughed softly. “I do. And now that I know we fit, I’ll let you direct the action.”

      Normally he required some recovery time. Apparently not with this woman. All she had to do was say she wanted more, and his body was willing to give her what she wanted.

       8

      WHILE BEN LEFT the room to dispose of the condom, Molly got under the covers and snuggled down to savor the most satisfying orgasm of her life. And she’d had it with an honorable man who’d admitted he was the wrong guy for her. She wanted to know why he’d decided against having a family, but something told her the reasons were extremely private.

      Funny, but even though they’d just had great sex, she didn’t feel as if she knew him well enough to pry into his personal business. He’d given her the truth, and she admired him for doing that much. They only had a short time together, and that might not be long enough for him to let down his guard. She wouldn’t push, either.

      Instead, she’d be grateful for this amazing experience, although she didn’t know whether Ben was good in bed or not. Maybe with a package like his, he didn’t have to try very hard to make a woman extremely happy.

      He did, however, have to be gentle if the lady in question was built the way she was. She’d been intimidated when he’d first unveiled that bad boy, but intrigued and curious. Besides that, his kisses had aroused her to the point of no return, and although he’d offered oral sex to begin with, she’d wanted the full-body experience. She just hadn’t realized how full he’d make her feel.