Yule Be Mine by Lori Foster

again. The right way. The way you deserve. The way I’ve been thinking about for months.”
    She shouldn’t have asked. Heat throbbed beneath her skin—and she opened her legs.
    â€œNice.” His hands were big and rough, and he knew what to do and how to do it. “Poor baby,” he crooned, while touching her intimately. “You fell asleep all hot and wet, didn’t you?”
    Lily couldn’t talk, not with his fingers moving over her like that, pressing into her and retreating and teasing…
    â€œI should be shot. How does this feel?” Parker pushed two fingers deep, stretching her, carefully thrusting, and then his thumb rolled over her clitoris.
    Her muscles jolted in reaction, stealing her breath so that she couldn’t answer.
    Voice low and thick with satisfaction, he whispered, “You like that, Lily.”
    She arched her neck and managed a small sound of agreement.
    Parker smiled against her breast. “I’ll make this good for you.”
    And true to his word, he kept up the wonderful foreplay until her entire body burned.
    â€œCome for me, Lily. Let me redeem myself.”
    Such idiocy! How could he blather on while she— oh God . Tension suddenly gripped her and her fingers bit into his hard, sleek shoulders while her hips lifted in rhythm. Pleasure rolled through her, and then, by small degrees, ebbed away, leaving her limp.
    Before she could open her heavy eyes, Parker rose over her, kneeing her legs apart to press into her, deep and deeper still. With his warm breath coming fast, he cupped her face and kissed her gently. “Just relax,” he instructed, “and I’ll take care of you.”
    â€œProtection?”
    â€œAlready in place.” He leisurely kissed her, long and slow and consuming, then kept on kissing her. He filled her. His heat and scent surrounded her. Yet other than his tongue, he didn’t move an inch.
    Lily shifted her hips, felt the sweet friction of his erection inside her, and decided moving was a good thing. But when she tried it, Parker pressed down, holding her still.
    She pried her mouth away from his. “Parker…”
    â€œShhh.” He kissed her throat, took a soft love bite of her shoulder. “I want you to be with me this time.”
    â€œI am.”
    â€œNot yet.”
    Ready to press the issue, Lily trailed her fingers over his chest—and got her hands pinned above her head.
    â€œBehave,” he admonished, then his attention caught on her breasts, and he lowered his head to tongue a stiffened nipple.
    She couldn’t move at all, not with his hips between her thighs, his weight holding her down, her hands restrained by his. It was frustrating. And a turn-on. And she didn’t want to wait anymore.
    â€œI’m ready, Parker.” And to taunt him into action, she said, “Remember, I’m younger than you. I recover quicker.”
    His head shot up. “I’m the one who woke you.”
    â€œI know.” She stared at his mouth, a little breathless, a lot in love. “Now show me what you can do.”
    He seemed to harden even more, his expression, his muscles, the erection deep inside her. One side of his mouth curled in a predatory smile. “You want to come, is that it?”
    â€œI want you to love me.”
    Her deliberate wording took him off guard. But Lily held his gaze, letting him form his own conclusions. No matter how he took it, he’d be right.
    Releasing her wrists, his eyes locked on hers, Parker trailed his hands down to her thighs. He hooked his elbows beneath her knees, lifted her legs high, and tilted her hips up so that he sank into her even more.
    Breath catching on a gasp, Lily braced her hands on his shoulders—but she didn’t look away from him.
    Without a word, he began a steady rhythm that gained in strength with each thrust. Harder, deeper. Gaze burning, Parker watched her. His hair hung over his brow, his