A Maine Christmas...or Two by J.S. Scott and Cali MacKay Page A

care anymore if Emily owned his emotional well-being. He’d already given it over to her, and she could do whatever she wanted with it. He was hers. And she belonged with him. “Nobody will ever love you as much as I do, or take care of you as well as I will. Stay with me, Emily. I need you.”
    Grady could feel his heart skip a beat as he waited for her answer.
    Say yes. Say yes and I’ll never want another Christmas gift as long as I live.
    Her eyes were bright with tears as she nodded and murmured, “I love you, Grady Sinclair.”
    Grady took that answer as a yes because he wanted to, and it was the sweetest affirmation he’d ever heard. Right now, it was the only thing he needed to hear. He lowered his head and kissed her.

E mily opened to him the moment his lips met hers, needing him to forgive her for doubting, for accusing him when he was innocent. She put her apology in her kiss, giving herself up totally to Grady. He’d kept her off-balance from the moment they’d met, her usual rational thinking completely out the window. It wasn’t possible to intelligently analyze the way she felt about Grady. He completed her, filling a gaping hole in her soul that had always been empty.
    Her once-chilled body burst into flames as Grady kissed her like a man possessed, his tongue entwining with hers, retreating, and then entering again with more force, demanding everything from her.
    Yes. Yes. Yes.
    His big body shuddered above her as she moaned into his embrace, her hands trying to touch him everywhere at once. Muscles rippled under her fingertips as she caressed down his back and grasped his rock-hard ass, trying desperately to urge him closer to her throbbing pussy. Pulling her mouth from his, she begged desperately, “Please, Grady. I need you.”
    “Not enough,” Grady replied harshly. “But you will.”
    Pinning both hands over her head, he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin at the side of her neck and nipped her earlobe before adding, “It took me thirty-one years to get a Christmas miracle, and you’re worth it. So now I want to savor it,” he told her in a graveled voice.
    Helplessly, she ground her hips up, her pussy flooding as she felt his hard cock so close, but not close enough. “Savor later. Fuck now,” she moaned, desperate to have Grady inside her.
    “I want to do everything with you all at once. I’ve dreamed about this, sweetheart. I’ve dreamed about having you naked in my bed for so long, I’m about to lose my mind.” He continued licking his way down her body, releasing her wrists and moving down to her breasts.
    Emily gasped when he laved over one of her nipples, the sensitive peaks responding to the feel of his wicked tongue. He pinched just hard enough to cause her body to jolt, the streak of electricity going straight to her pussy. And then he stroked her nipple with his tongue, sending a flood of warmth through her belly and into her core. “Fuck me, Grady. Please.” If she didn’t get him inside her, she was going to go completely mad. His body was sending off waves of heat, and they were about to consume her.
    “Not yet. I need to taste you first,” he replied huskily, his breath warm on her quivering belly. “And I promised to fuck you only if you begged.”
    Dear God, she was ready to grovel, ready to plead with him to have some mercy. There was only so much heat a woman could take, and she was already reaching her breaking point. “Grady…I can’t…I don’t,” she stammered, unable to form a coherent thought as his mouth stroked over her wet folds, not quite getting to where she wanted him to be, but the feel of his wicked tongue made her hips thrust forward, so damn ready for him.
    “You will,” she heard him rumble, the vibrations pulsating against her pussy.
    His fingers stroked down her outer thighs and came back up the sensitive skin on the inside, getting so very close. “Please.” All she could feel was Grady, and the carnal things he was doing to