A Very Merry Christmas: WITH "Do You Hear What I Hear" AND "Bah Humbug, Ba by Lori Foster, Janice Maynard, Gemma Bruce
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it to worry you.”
Marci licked her lips and gave him a dose of honesty. “I was startled, that’s all.”
His big hand cupped her face. “But now you like it?”
Her smile came easily. “Don’t be silly. I want you, Osbourne Decker. It doesn’t matter if you’re big or small, or somewhere in between. You’re still you.”
For the longest time, Osbourne just stared at her. He had an odd, arrested look on his face. Then he gave a wry smile. “Well, I prefer big, but thank you for the sentiment.”
Without her realizing it, he’d caught the hem of her T-shirt, and before she could think to say anything he whisked it off over her head. For only a moment, he admired her breasts, saying, “You are so beautiful.” Then he bent to tug down her panties.
While on his knees, he cuddled her bare behind, drew her forward for a sizzling kiss to her navel and a slow lick down…
“Osbourne.” Stumbling, Marci stepped out of reach and climbed into the shower. The warm water trickled down her body, doing little to help compose her. From the inside out, she trembled.
Wearing a sexy half-smile, Osbourne stood again. “Shy?”
She shook her head. “Sweaty. From my workout. Perhaps we should shower first—”
He laughed. “You taste good, Marci.” After shoving down his boxers, he joined her in the shower. “But I want a better taste.”
She’d never survive this. “Okay.” Marci put her arms around him and kissed his mouth. But Osbourne allowed that for only so long. The man seemed intent on devastating her.
Using the fragrant bar of soap, he lathered his hands and washed her all over, taking his time on her breasts, her belly, her behind. The soap made his fingers slippery, adding to the sensations.
This time when he knelt, Marci braced her back against the cool tile wall and planted her feet apart. Anticipation built, but Osbourne only looked at her, stroked her belly with the backs of his knuckles, trailed his fingertips through her pubic hair.
Her heart threatened to punch through her ribs. She couldn’t take much more of this. She was about to encourage him to hurry things along when, after gently parting her, he leaned forward and closed his mouth over her.
“Oh, God.”
There was no prelude, no easing into things. His hot tongue moved over her, in her, and his teeth nibbled on her most delicate flesh. Marci squeezed her eyes shut and moaned.
To keep her close and still, Osbourne opened one hand over her backside. With the other, he touched her and teased her. It was enough. It was too much.
Slowly, with infinite care, Osbourne concentrated his efforts on her clitoris while working his fingers deep inside her.
Somehow, he kept her upright through the orgasm, even though her legs felt useless and her bones were like noodles. When the sensations began to fade, Osbourne stood with her and cradled her close.
Marci had no idea what to say. “Thank you” didn’t seem appropriate. “Wow” would be an understatement. “Your turn” was a given.
“Let’s dry off and head to the bed.”
Marci nodded, but she couldn’t quite stand on her own.
Chuckling, Osbourne reached for the towel and did all the work for her. By the time he finished, she’d recovered enough to walk to the bedroom under her own steam. As they went down the hall, they heard the dogs back in the kitchen, and it sounded like they were playing.
Marci felt good. Really good. Things were coming together nicely.
And when Osbourne put on his condom and stretched out over her, it was even better. Now, she thought, if only it lasts.
Six
It was nearing midnight, and Ozzie couldn’t keep his thoughts—or his hands—off her. Marci curled into his side, her naked thigh over his, her head in the crook of his shoulder. Cuddling with her left him with a deep sense of inner peace, and a physical sense of desperate need.
She was quiet, but she wasn’t asleep, not with her hot breath brushing his skin and her inquisitive
Marci licked her lips and gave him a dose of honesty. “I was startled, that’s all.”
His big hand cupped her face. “But now you like it?”
Her smile came easily. “Don’t be silly. I want you, Osbourne Decker. It doesn’t matter if you’re big or small, or somewhere in between. You’re still you.”
For the longest time, Osbourne just stared at her. He had an odd, arrested look on his face. Then he gave a wry smile. “Well, I prefer big, but thank you for the sentiment.”
Without her realizing it, he’d caught the hem of her T-shirt, and before she could think to say anything he whisked it off over her head. For only a moment, he admired her breasts, saying, “You are so beautiful.” Then he bent to tug down her panties.
While on his knees, he cuddled her bare behind, drew her forward for a sizzling kiss to her navel and a slow lick down…
“Osbourne.” Stumbling, Marci stepped out of reach and climbed into the shower. The warm water trickled down her body, doing little to help compose her. From the inside out, she trembled.
Wearing a sexy half-smile, Osbourne stood again. “Shy?”
She shook her head. “Sweaty. From my workout. Perhaps we should shower first—”
He laughed. “You taste good, Marci.” After shoving down his boxers, he joined her in the shower. “But I want a better taste.”
She’d never survive this. “Okay.” Marci put her arms around him and kissed his mouth. But Osbourne allowed that for only so long. The man seemed intent on devastating her.
Using the fragrant bar of soap, he lathered his hands and washed her all over, taking his time on her breasts, her belly, her behind. The soap made his fingers slippery, adding to the sensations.
This time when he knelt, Marci braced her back against the cool tile wall and planted her feet apart. Anticipation built, but Osbourne only looked at her, stroked her belly with the backs of his knuckles, trailed his fingertips through her pubic hair.
Her heart threatened to punch through her ribs. She couldn’t take much more of this. She was about to encourage him to hurry things along when, after gently parting her, he leaned forward and closed his mouth over her.
“Oh, God.”
There was no prelude, no easing into things. His hot tongue moved over her, in her, and his teeth nibbled on her most delicate flesh. Marci squeezed her eyes shut and moaned.
To keep her close and still, Osbourne opened one hand over her backside. With the other, he touched her and teased her. It was enough. It was too much.
Slowly, with infinite care, Osbourne concentrated his efforts on her clitoris while working his fingers deep inside her.
Somehow, he kept her upright through the orgasm, even though her legs felt useless and her bones were like noodles. When the sensations began to fade, Osbourne stood with her and cradled her close.
Marci had no idea what to say. “Thank you” didn’t seem appropriate. “Wow” would be an understatement. “Your turn” was a given.
“Let’s dry off and head to the bed.”
Marci nodded, but she couldn’t quite stand on her own.
Chuckling, Osbourne reached for the towel and did all the work for her. By the time he finished, she’d recovered enough to walk to the bedroom under her own steam. As they went down the hall, they heard the dogs back in the kitchen, and it sounded like they were playing.
Marci felt good. Really good. Things were coming together nicely.
And when Osbourne put on his condom and stretched out over her, it was even better. Now, she thought, if only it lasts.
Six
It was nearing midnight, and Ozzie couldn’t keep his thoughts—or his hands—off her. Marci curled into his side, her naked thigh over his, her head in the crook of his shoulder. Cuddling with her left him with a deep sense of inner peace, and a physical sense of desperate need.
She was quiet, but she wasn’t asleep, not with her hot breath brushing his skin and her inquisitive
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