A Shifter Christmas by C.A. Tibbitts Page B

caress my palm?
But the promise of a no-strings-attached affair before he left to
never return had her heartbeat racing. I haven't been touched by a
man, desired by a man, for so long.
    Jaxson abruptly stood and pulled her up. He
slid his hands down the sleeves of her robe, then untied the belt
at her waist. His fingertips slid beneath the material to push it
off her shoulders, and the robe fell in a heap around her feet. Her
eyes looked at him with such longing as she ran her hands over his
chest before pushing his borrowed sweatpants down. He leaned in,
but she put her finger to his lips.
    "One rule, no kissing," she murmured.
    He nodded once and nibbled at her fingertip,
hearing her moan. She took him by the hand and led him into the
living room, taking a blanket that was folded and laying on the arm
of the couch, to spread it over a rug in front of the fireplace.
She sat down and stared at the fire as it crackled and hissed. He
sat down beside her and slid his arm around her, running his
fingertips along her arm.
    Kate shivered and her hand gripped his knee
before slowly running up his leg to settle over his cock. Her
gentle touches tightened his groin, and he leaned in to slide his
lips along her neck.
    "Lay back, Kaitlyn." She did as instructed,
parting her legs. He slid over her, kissing his way over her chest,
his tongue flicking at the dark peaks of her small breasts. She
moaned and slid her fingers into his hair, gripping a bit tighter
each time he hit a spot that made her writhe beneath him. He moved
further down, breathing over the small mound of dark curls at the
apex of her thighs.
    Her legs opened wider as he settled his wide
shoulders just under her thighs, his hands holding her knees apart
as her heels settled against his back. His eyes rolled up in pure
pleasure at his first taste of her, the sweetest taste of
honeysuckle with just a hint of vanilla. His tongue laved at her
opening, feasting on the meal her body provided as she undulated
and cried out in pleasure multiple times.
    His body was too insistent to wait any
longer. He sat back on his knees, her legs now wrapped around his
waist, as he guided the head of himself to her opening. He drove in
balls deep and moaned as her body clenched his. Her eyes opened,
dark with passion, and they regarded each other as he leaned in,
sharing her breath, his weight held off her as he kept his forearms
down against the floor on either side of her.
    "Jaxson!" Kate gripped at his back, her hips
rolling beneath him.
    He felt her nails pierce the skin on his back
as she let out a final cry and her sex pulsed around him. He
strained, his entire body taut, as he groaned and sent his seed
deep within her core.
    He met her eyes once more as they continued
to share their breaths. He saw no hint of regret in her eyes as he
rolled over, keeping his hold on her hips so that he remained
inside her.
    Kate placed her cheek against his chest,
listening to his heartbeat as it finally slowed to a normal rhythm.
Why don't I feel guilty? His arms held her securely, possessively.
It did feel nice to be the object of such sexual passion again.
    They made love twice more before they
slept.

Chapter Two

    Morning came and it was freezing on the
living room floor. Kate woke alone, wondering if it was all a
dream, until she heard the water running in the bathroom. She
stood, wrapping her arms around her stomach to keep from shivering,
and she found the shower curtain closed as steam wafted around the
room.
    Not waiting for an invitation, she slid into
the back of the tub, and he whirled around to face her. His strong
arms grabbed her before she could fall.
    "Bloody hell, Kaitlyn, you're freezing." He
slid his arms around her and pulled her into the flow of hot water.
She shivered against him before finally warming.
    "Fire's out," she wrapped her arms around
him, enjoying the hard muscles that held her.
    "And yet, you've started another," he
murmured against her ear, his hands trailing down her