Christmas Holiday Husband by Kris Pearson Page B

wait.
    “Please,” she whispered. “Please.”
    She trembled as he bent his head and made his way down, kissing her shoulders, her neck, the upper slopes of her breasts. At last he knelt, and his lips closed around the tight peak of one nipple, sucking and teasing. Ellie gasped as the hot wet sweep of his tongue arrowed through her body.
    “Yessssss...” she sighed, almost out of control with the intense and erotic sensations flashing and flickering along every nerve path to the aching centre of her pelvis.
    “This is what sent me over the edge in Sydney,” he said hoarsely, drawing away for a moment. “You in my mouth, asking me to make love to you. I didn’t want to get serious about you, knowing I was travelling on. But then things got beyond fun. Beyond light-hearted.”
    “Again...again...” she begged, half mad with longing again, barely registering his words. In turn he caught each nipple between his teeth, biting and sucking until both breasts were super-sensitive, and her whole body was alight.
    “And then I took you over to my bed,” he said, standing and scooping her into his arms. “Not believing my luck. Not knowing what a gift you were giving me.”
    Ellie buried her nose against him, dragging his scent deep into her lungs. His heart beat through the solid wall of his chest and into her ear as he carried her past the twinkling Christmas tree. Only a few slow steps in the luxurious darkened room, hot flesh to hot flesh, but it felt momentous.
    The smooth bedcover cooled her naked back, so unlike his rumpled cotton sheets all those years ago in Sydney.
    With immoderate speed, she wriggled out of her skirt and panties as he towered above her, pushing down his jeans, a tall silhouette against the lighter panel of a window.
    All through her teenage years she’d thought about making love—talked and imagined with girlfriends. And evaded the clumsy boys who’d been so keen to make it happen. But with Tony she’d been achingly ready—racked by a strange deep pain that needed soothing—tormented by a hunger she could no longer endure.
    Now, she’d prayed. Now. Oh please, now.
    She could see it all so vividly again—Tony lowering himself onto the bed, parting her thighs with a warm knee, and staying poised above her until she’d slid her hands around his taut waist and pulled.
    “No Ellie, wait,” he’d groaned, groping on the floor to find the pocket of his pants.
    “It’s all right. I’m on the pill.”
    “But—”
    “Now, Tony. Please, now.”
    Unable to resist he’d sunk down, rubbing his erect cock against her hot welcoming body, seeking entrance. Suddenly he tensed at her tightness.
    “Yes! Oh please do it!” she’d begged, wrapping her legs around him and holding him prisoner when she felt him trying to draw back.
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    Gritting his teeth, he’d pushed slowly home, hearing her sharp intake of breath, and feeling her flinch as her hymen ripped to allow him in. Somehow he’d managed to remain still until she relaxed again. She’d shocked him utterly. He’d presumed her a flirt at the hotel pool, thought she was experienced. Had expected no lightning bolt like this.
    “You should have told me, Ellie,” he said, close against her ear, his voice thick with regret.
    “And then what would you have done? Not wanted me?”
    “Impossible. You’re irresistible. But I’d have made the first time better for you.”
    She kissed his shoulder. “Nothing could make it better.”
    “Oh kiddo—this is just for starters,” he’d muttered. And proceeded to show her with ever increasing intensity exactly how much better was possible.
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    This time she knew there’d be no pain for her. Her body was already slippery with welcome. She’d wanted Tony in Sydney with the passion of teenage infatuation, but now she had so many more reasons to desire him—including the child they shared.
    He tossed his jeans onto a nearby chair and sank down to lie beside her, sliding his hands into her