Page 22 of One Naughty Christmas Night

“Yes,” she replied, setting her hand on his knee. “But I pushed him away.”

She leaned forward, bringing her face close to his.

“Victoria,” he whispered, watching as she grabbed his book and tossed it to the floor. “What are you doing?”

“I realized something when he kissed me,” she said, scooting as close as she could to the edge of the chair.

Heath leaned forward to close the distance between them. Sweat gathered on his brow, and his heartbeat raced, pumping rapidly in his chest.

“And what was that?” he asked.

“I only desire you,” she whispered, bringing their lips together in a scorching kiss.

His hands spiked through her hair and held her to him as desire slid through him.

Breaking the kiss, he devoured her face, her green eyes darkening with desire. Her small, pink lips were parted, her breath coming unevenly.

He drew her from her chair to his lap, her flimsy nightgown bunching around her thighs, her soft skin against his hands.

Her squeak of desire was swallowed by his lips as he kissed her again.

Victoria softened against him, sliding her arms around his neck. He tugged her closer to him, his firm staff trapped between them, his member throbbing in anticipation.

Teasing her lips open, his tongue invaded her mouth, dragging hers to join him.

Sucking in a breath, she broke the kiss. Heath’s heavy breath mingled with hers.

“Did Bastion ever kiss you like that?” he asked, his voice coarse and deep.

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.

“Good.” He threaded his hands through her hair and took her lips again, their mouths mingling in a duel.

Moving her hands from his shoulders, they crept under his robe he’d thrown over his bare chest and trousers. A growl rumbled from deep inside him when her nails scraped the sensitive skin of his chest.

Heath rarely ever wore nightclothes, preferring to sleep in either his robe or completely nude.

Tearing his lips from hers, he whispered her name, and she whimpered; his teeth gliding down her neck to nip her ear.

A shudder vibrated through her, her nipples hardening against his chest through the thin fabric of her nightgown. He moved his hand to cup her breast, his thumb teasing the hard peak.

She tugged on his robe, trying to get it off him. Removing his hand from her body, he reached between them to undo it, sliding it from his shoulders to land in a pool beside him.

A sound of appreciation passed her lips, and pride welled up. He didn’t often care about his appearance without clothes on, but that little sound made him glad he did.

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Victoria ran her hands over the naked skin of his chest, the muscles firm underneath her hands. She dug her fingernails into him, leaving small marks behind; her actions were rewarded with a groan. Leaning down, she pressed kisses to the marks, his chest tightening under her mouth.

She ran a hand down his chest to his torso, his body solid still. Delving deeper, it bumped his erection, and she yanked her hand back as if it were burned.

“It won’t bite you,” he whispered, his smile tight across his lips.

“I-I-I know…” she replied, leaning back to look down at it.

He took her chin in his hand and dropped a kiss on her lips, then lifted her from the chair. Carrying her to the bed, he set her down on the edge and took a step back.

Setting his hands at his waist, he asked, “Do you want me to take these off yet?”