Название: Unwrap Me
Автор: Susan Lyons
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
isbn: 9780758236968
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She’d wanted him to fill her, and, wow, did he ever—with his long, hard cock and a tingly explosion of sensations radiating out from every place he touched her. Tilting her pelvis, she maximized the pressure against her clit as Nick slid out in a tantalizingly slow motion and then surged back in, hard and fast. Under her hands, his butt muscles clenched.
“Oh, god!” She buried her face in his neck, inhaling the spicy musk of aroused male. His skin was damp. She licked salt and felt the rushed beat of his pulse under her tongue.
He groaned. “Jesus, Jude, you feel so good.”
Did she ever. Her body was alive, sexy, so turned on she was close to climax again.
Throbbing, aching, needing him, she clung tight, and he took the hint, pumping harder until all the delicious sensations melded together and crested and she cried out in orgasm.
A moment later, he shouted his own release as his body bucked against hers. Inside hers.
After, they collapsed together, both breathing hard.
When she could speak again, she murmured, “Wow.” Had sex ever been that good before?
“Yeah.” His face was on the cushion beside hers, breath tickling her cheek. After a couple minutes, he chuckled. “Guess I ought to thank Karen.”
“No!” She squirmed. “Oooo, this is embarrassing. How am I going to face her?”
Nick lifted himself on one elbow. “What’re you going to tell her?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you normally, uh, talk to her about your sex life?”
“I haven’t had a sex life since I met her.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Give me a break, I’ve known her only six months.” Jude wasn’t about to confess to no sex for a year. “Men weren’t high on my priority list.” But thinking about Karen and work made her glance at her watch. “Nick, it’s almost one. Tomorrow’s a workday.”
“I’d better get going.” He levered himself off the couch and matter-of-factly dealt with the condom. From the pile of clothing on the floor, he extracted a pair of navy boxer briefs.
Pity to cover that body.
Suddenly she remembered something and bounced off the couch. “Wait a minute. You were my present. I never got to unwrap you.”
“Then we’ll have to do this again.” His lazy grin was pure seduction.
She didn’t need to reflect for more than, oh, say, half a second. “Yes, please.”
“Tonight?”
“Damn, I can’t.” Today was Friday, which meant the office Christmas party was tonight. She would have loved to blow it off, but that would have been an insult to the Arkin family.
Most people would be bringing spouses or dates, so maybe she should invite Nick….
No. That was like saying she wanted a relationship, which she definitely didn’t. Especially not at Christmas when men had a habit of ditching her.
4
On Saturday, Nick rose late. Yesterday he’d driven to Whistler and skied all day, running into some friends and staying to have a beer and a burger before driving the couple hours home. Today he’d do some chores and look forward to a night with Jude.
A cup of coffee in hand, he plugged in the lights on his Christmas tree and then sat down to call her. “We still on for tonight?”
“Yes, please. Last night was terrible.”
“Was that the office Christmas party? Karen mentioned it.” Jude hadn’t invited him, which was great by him. Proof she meant what she said about not wanting strings.
“You’ve been talking to her?”
“You figured she wouldn’t call about the Secret Santa thing?” At her groan, he said, “Relax. All I said was I liked you and we were going to see each other again. How about you?”
“The same, but she had this gleam in her eye and didn’t want to leave it alone.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s my sister-in-law. So what was so bad about the party?”
“I’ll give you an example. They had those fancy crackers you pull apart, with toys and paper hats in them. Imagine a room full of grown-ups in evening dress wearing paper hats.”
“Sounds kind of fun.”
“Your idea of fun is different than mine.”
A leading line, if ever he’d heard one. “That’s not how I remember it,” he said suggestively.
She laughed. “Yes, that was fun. And nary a paper hat in sight, I’ll remind you.”
Her musical voice was turning him on. If he had his way, he’d head over to her place and they’d hit the sheets. But, hey, she was female, which meant he had to show a little finesse. Besides, it was the holiday season, with great stuff happening in town. “Want to bundle up and go out on one of the carol ships? Or we could take a drive. There’s a neighborhood where they do terrific lights and decorations.”
“No.” The word came over the phone flat and heavy as a lead weight.
“Uh…”
“I’m not into Christmas.”
“’Scuse me?” Then he snapped his fingers. “Sorry, I get it. You’re Jewish?”
“No. I just don’t like it.”
Had he heard right? “How can anyone not like Christmas?”
“It’s a long story. Nick, I want to see you, but let’s do something that’s as far removed from Christmas as possible.”
“Like what? Go to a movie?”
“We could.” She paused. “What I’d really love is a beach picnic.”
He imagined the local beaches. English Bay, Second Beach, Spanish Banks. Nice for a brisk walk on a blustery day, but a picnic? The woman was nuts. On the other hand, the carol ships would go past, and they could snuggle up with a blanket and a thermos of one of his holiday favorites, peppermint hot chocolate. “Okay, I guess we could—”
“A sunny beach,” she broke in, a touch of humor in her voice. “Not a cold, gray Vancouver beach with the carol ships going past and the trees all lit up.”
Okay, she could read his mind, but he didn’t do so well reading hers. A sunny beach?
“I know, it’s just wishful thinking.”
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