Page 5 of Babies for the Christmas Grump

This is real. This is happening.

I glance at him, trying to stay composed, but the effect he’s had on me is undeniable. I’m both terrified and exhilarated.

He steps out first, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Shall we?” he purrs.

I can’t even speak. I just nod, leading the way, the anticipation building in my chest with every step.

When we reach my door, my hand trembles as I unlock it. His fingers brush over my wrist, sending a surge of desire straight through me.

He doesn’t wait for an invitation, doesn’t need to. As soon as the door creaks open, he steps inside, his presence filling the space.

I can’t keep my hands off him.

I don’t even try to play it cool.

I grab him and drag him toward me, finally closing that gap that’s been far too big all night long.

The second our lips crash together, I wrap myself around him. I press every part of my body up against him, desperate to let him know that I freakingneedhim.

All of him.

I don’t quite know how we end up stumbling across the room, since we don’t part for a second, but the next thing I’m aware of is falling back onto the bed with this man on top of me.

He feelssofreaking good. I can’t get enough.

His hands are all over me, all over my body. The way he yanks my clothing up and off in a hurry shows me that he doesn’t want to be interrupted either.

I get caught up in the intense need for the two of us to be naked and tear at his clothing, as well.

His body,wow. There are no words.

This might not be the smartest thing that I have ever done, but it feels too good for me to care.

Once there isn’t a stitch of material between us, and I can finally feel his thick, throbbing erection pulsing between mythighs, yearning for me, I roll on top of him, holding all the power over him.

With my hand pressed to his chest, I rise into a sitting position, feeling surprisingly comfortable with his hungry eyes running all over me. He’s looking at me like I’m sexy as hell, and that stare coming from someone as powerful and hot as him… it makes me feel good.

I love knowing this is the effect I’m having on him.

“Fucking hell, you don’t know how good you look right now.” His hands cup my ass and slowly travel around to the front, where he can stroke my soaking wet core. “You are something else.”

I part my lips, about to reply, but he strips the air from my lungs by plunging his fingers deep inside of me. The sensation is shocking, but in the best way possible. The way he massages me is mind-blowing.

Fuck, this guy really knows what he’s doing.

I toss my head back, my hair spilling down my back and tickling my spine, as my fingers claw desperately at his skin. I’m probably scratching him, but he isn’t reacting. He’s too busy driving me insane.

“I… I need you, now,” I gasp out. “I want you.”

I don’t know where it comes from, but he hands me a condom, which I eagerly rip apart with my teeth. I’m actually trembling as I take the sheath from the packet and roll it down over him.

He’s big. Really big.

I don’t know what I’m going to do with him. Or what he’s going to do with me.

As soon as he’s covered, he grabs hold of my hips and flips me onto my back. It happens so fast; I blink and I’m in a brand-new position.