Page 11 of Christmas Agreement (Majestic Falls: Christmas Spice #3)

Katie

The moment Rugar and I stepped into my apartment, my body tensed. I was nervous. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him. That wasn’t even a question.

But I’d never thought I’d take this step with him, and I was terrified of screwing things up the way I’d almost done with him the night before.

I’d made it halfway up the stairs after the ballet before realizing what a stupid mistake I’d made in yelling at him.

He’d told me he loved me. He’d uttered the words I’d longed to hear from him for years. And I’d blown up at him.

Going back to fix it was the smartest thing I’d ever done. For a moment, I’d considered letting him into the apartment. To finish what we’d almost started. But I didn’t want to ruin the night a second time, so I’d let him walk away.

But now we were here. Alone in my apartment. His hands roaming my back, our mouths connected, his erection pressed against me.

And I was scared.

I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Physically or emotionally. This fear was something deeper than that. My body was on fire for him. My heart was about to beat out of my chest with excitement. But my stomach was in a knot that just didn’t seem to want to unfurl.

“Hey,” he whispered against my lips. “We don’t have to do anything tonight you’re not ready for.”

“I want you,” I assured him. “I love you.”

“But?” He pulled back and stared down into my eyes, his thumb grazing over my cheek.

“Obviously, I’ve never done this before,” I admitted.

“Neither have I,” he promised. “We’ll learn together. We’re a team, Katie-Kat.”

“The real dynamic duo?” I teased.

“Forever, if I have anything to say about it.”

I blinked up at him, sucking my lower lip between my teeth and smiling softly at his admission. Did he really want that?

“I see doubt on that pretty face,” he said. “Do you want me to go get the ring, right now?”

“Hard to be naked with jewelry on,” I answered.

Rugar groaned then scooped me up again, kissing me deeply as he carefully maneuvered his way through the apartment to my bedroom. He set me down and let me step out of my shoes and kick them away, then he turned me around and gripped the zipper on my dress, slowly pulling it down.

His fingers trailed up my bare back, causing me to shiver at the light touches. Then he pulled the fabric down my arms and let it go, where it pooled at my feet.

“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered. I’d forgone any underwear at all that night, so I was suddenly standing in front of him completely bare.

His hands gripped my hips and he pulled me against his chest, his erection pressing hard against my lower back while he peppered kisses over my shoulders.

I leaned back against him, my head resting on his chest, giving him access to lick a hot, wet line up my throat with his tongue.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said against my ear. “You always are. Always have been.”

Heat creeped up my cheeks at his compliment, and I turned around in his arms, facing him.

“This won’t work if you’re still fully clothed,” I reminded him.

“It works for me,” he challenged.

He picked me up again and tossed me onto the bed before lowering himself to his knees in front of me, gripping my calves and pulling me to the edge of the mattress. His hands pushed my thighs apart then his mouth was on me.

I writhed under him, my legs seeming to hook over his shoulders without any conscious thought about moving on my part. My fingers slid into his thick hair, and I held him hard as his tongue delved between my folds.

Rugar shifted, a finger joining his mouth, and when he slid that digit inside of me, the world seemed to explode into light and color and sound…though the only noise in the room was me screaming my release as my walls clenched and my body shuddered.

I must have lost track of time for a second, because when I opened my eyes again, Rugar was standing at the edge of the bed completely naked.

He helped me shift on the mattress then climbed over me, settling his hips between my thighs as he leaned down to kiss me again.

“Are you sure?” he whispered against my lips. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I’ve always been sure,” I promised him. “I always hoped you’d be my first.”

“You’re only,” he corrected me, his tone holding a growl.

“My only,” I agreed.

Rugar pressed forward, and I canted my hips into him. My channel was so slick from my orgasm that he stretched me open easily with his thick cock. There was one moment of biting pain as he pushed through my innocence, but once he was fully inside of me, all I felt was…right.

This was what I’d been waiting for my whole life. This feeling. Being connected to the only man I would ever love in the most intimate way possible.

My eyes blinked open, and Rugar and I stared at each other for a moment. I tried to put everything I felt into my gaze. The love, the wonder, the magic, the pleasure. It was his. Everything was his. And I smiled when I saw it all reflected back at me.

And then he moved, and lust took over from there.

We rocked into each other, finding a rhythm together that was hard and fast and exactly what we both seemed to need now.

Pressure built inside me again, and I marveled at the fact that he was about to send me over the edge once more. This time, it felt even bigger, the tension harder, almost painful with the need for release.

His hips surged forward again, his hands holding my waist as he slammed himself inside of me.

Finally, blessedly, my orgasm rushed over me, and I screamed his name as my muscles spasmed and my fingers dug into his forearms, my body needing something to hold on to as if it were the only way to keep me tethered to reality.

Rugar’s cries followed mine quickly, his cock pumping his own release inside of me. His body collapsed over me, and he barely managed to catch himself before crushing me beneath his weight.

He rolled to my side, gathering me into his arms as he kissed me again. When we broke apart for air, I rested my head on his chest, my leg going over his and my fingers playing over his abs.

“Damn, Katie-Kat,” he whispered with a soft chuckle.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, smiling up at him.

“You do realize, that I’m never letting you go, right?” Rugar asked.

“I don’t know where else I’d even want to be,” I admitted. “In your arms is my new favorite place.” I blew out a sigh and rested back on his chest again. “But you’re going to have to tell my family.”

He groaned, and I giggled. I knew my brother was hyper-protective of me, and I wasn’t sure if Kyle would be glad or angry that it was his best friend who’d managed to win my heart. But I knew without a doubt that I didn’t want to be the one to find out first.

“Can I stay?” Rugar asked, his tone already thick with sleep.

“I don’t ever want you to leave,” I promised him.

I closed my eyes and let the steady rhythm of Rugar’s heartbeat drag me down into the deepest sleep I’d ever experienced in my life.