Page 13 of One Naughty Christmas Night

“Let me know what you decide,” he said, placing his hand on her stomach.

He feathered kisses across her face, the tender gesture calming her as she took her time.

You asked him to do this. Why are you hesitating now?

She didn’t know. She knew the only person she wanted to do this with was him since she was certain he wouldn’t hurt her.

She only knew she didn’t want her first experience with passion to be quick and painful like some of her friends.

Slowly, her grip on her nightgown loosened, and she set her hands down on the bed next to her.

Heath kissed her, teasing her lips gently. “Are you ready to continue?”

“Yes,” she exhaled, shivers rushing over her skin as his hand slipped down her leg, returning to the bottom of her nightgown.

This time, he moved his hand beneath her nightgown, his nails gently scoring the soft skin of the inside of her thigh.

“Oh… my…” she breathed, arching when his hand brushed her mound, heat racing through her.

“Open your legs,” he whispered.

She shifted, opening herself to him.

His fingers slipped through the soft hair on her mound, teasing the warmth there begging for his touch. Spreading her outer lips, he caressed her swollen folds, warmth flooding his fingers.

She made a small sound when he dipped a finger inside her body, the full sensation so strange but pleasurable at the same time.

“Heath…” she murmured, her hand returning to his hair as he tugged her nightgown down to reveal her breasts to him again, taking a nipple in his mouth. He thrust his finger deep inside her, and she trembled.

Thrusting once, then twice, he slipped his finger from her warmth, adding a second finger and burying his fingers in her heat.

With each stroke of his fingers, Heath coaxed her pleasure higher; the heat spreading through her was like waves tossed against the shore.

She clenched the bedsheet when his thumb met the bundle of nerves buried beneath her mound, and a cry ripped from her throat. Heath took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it deep, his fingers continuing to thrust, whipping her ecstasy into a frenzy.

Within moments, Victoria splintered, her release crashing over her and sending her over the edge. Her body contracted on his fingers, and she arched against him, her knuckles white against the bedsheets.

Satisfaction washed over her, and she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting the ceiling.

Heath released her breast and removed his fingers from her, sliding up to lie next to her. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and gathered her into his arms, setting her nightgown back in place.

Small aftershocks raced through her; her whole body covered with tingles.

Burying her face in his chest, she sighed.

“That was…” She couldn’t finish the thought.

His chest moved against her at his chuckle.

Pressing her palm to his chest, his heart raced beneath it. She wiggled her thigh, and it bumped his erection, his firm staff pressed against her leg.

“Are you…” She glanced at him, her face warming, “Did you not…?”

He shook his head.

“Is there—”

“Not tonight,” he said.