It Must Have Been the Mistletoe(15)

“I think it is,” Alison replied. She ran her hand down his chest, then paused at his belly.

Drew sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers drifted lower. When they circled his cock, a groan slipped from his throat and he knew there would be no going back. He was hers tonight, and he was determined to convince her that there had to be other nights like this in their future.

“Slow down,” he murmured. “We have lots of time.”

She drew a ragged breath, letting her fingers drift back up to his chest. Gently, Drew pushed her back onto the table, her naked body laid out in front of him, a feast for his eyes. She smelled of soap and shampoo and he inhaled deeply as his lips trailed over her skin. He pressed a line of kisses along the inside of her thigh, then moved higher, to the spot where her legs met.

He touched her, running his fingers along the damp folds of her desire, slowly caressing her with a gentle but persistent rhythm. She moaned softly and Drew smiled. He knew all the anatomical features of a woman’s body, but looking at Alison brought a sense of wonder.

There was so much beauty, so much pleasure to be had, that a guy could lose himself in the need to possess. Instinct drove him forward as he searched for perfection in every kiss, in each caress.

His lips and tongue took the place of his fingers and he slowly drew her closer to the edge and then back again. Her hands gripped the table and at times she cried out in frustration when he’d stop and begin again.

He knew everything that was going on inside her body, every physiological reaction. And yet, he didn’t care about that. Drew wanted to know what was in her mind. Did she want him as much as he wanted her? Was this purely animal lust or was there a deeper connection forming between them?

Her fingers twisted in his hair and she sat up, her eyes half-hooded and glazed with desire. “Stop,” she said, searching the table for the box of condoms. When she found it, she tore open a package and quickly sheathed him.

She didn’t want to wait any longer. She was wet and ready and Drew knew exactly what she was feeling. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her toward him, balancing her on the edge of the table.

Her lips were swollen and her cheeks flushed. Her hair tumbled softly around her face and she smiled lazily. He drew her closer, probing until he found the entrance he sought.

Inch by delicious inch, he moved forward. Alison braced her hands behind her and waited until he was buried deep inside her. Then she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

Drew began to move. Exquisite pleasure coursed through his body in waves. Her warmth surrounded him and he tried to recall if sex had ever felt this good. Though he danced at the edge of release, he maintained a quiet control. This would not end until he wanted it to.

Alison buried her face in the curve of his neck, her body meeting every thrust with a soft cry. Drew reached between them and touched her again where their bodies were joined.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh, that’s good.”

She tipped her head back, bracing her hands behind her again, her expression tense and focused, her eyes closed. And then, her breath caught in her throat and she was suddenly there, ready to tumble over.

A spasm shook her body. As Drew watched her dissolve into her orgasm, he found his own body ready for release. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close, driving deep before losing control. His mind whirled as his climax overwhelmed him, shudders racking his body and making his knees weak.

When the tremors finally subsided, he collapsed on top of her, his lips pressed to the spot between her breasts. He could feel her heart beating a rapid rhythm as they both gasped for breath. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean for this to happen on the kitchen table.”

She laughed softly, staring up at the ceiling. “I think I might have a sliver in my butt.”

Drew glanced around playfully. “Is there a doctor in the house?”

He pulled her back up, wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to the bed, the two of them still intimately joined. They tumbled down onto the faded quilt and he kissed her again. “Would you like me to take a look at that for you?”

“No,” she said. “Right now, I don’t want you to move. Stay exactly where you are.”



A SHARP CRACK WOKE DREW from a deep sleep. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, taking a moment to recognize where he was. Alison stirred beside him, her naked body warm against his. The cabin was chilly and the fire had been reduced to embers long ago.

He carefully lifted her arm from around his waist, then swung his legs off the bed and crossed to the hearth. Tossing a few birch logs onto the fire, he watched as the heat from the embers ignited the bark. Before long, flames licked at the wood.