Page 23 of One Naughty Christmas Night

She stared at him.

Was she ready to see a man fully nude for the first time in her life? Not really.

Clasping her shaking hands together, she shook her head.

His hands moved from his waistband, and he came to kneel in front of her.

The rough skin of his fingers sliding along her calves sent warmth flooding over her, desire sparking to her nether regions, her body pulsing with excitement.

He caught the hem of her nightgown in his hands and tugged it up, bunching the fabric at her thighs. Lifting her off the bed, he slipped the nightgown up over her bottom and set her down.

Tingles spread through her legs to her toes at the contrast between the cold bedspread and the warmth of her body.

“You’re beautiful, Victoria,” he whispered, pressing against the inside of her thighs. “Open for me.”

The fabric swished underneath her, and he pressed a hot kiss on the inside of her thigh, moving between her legs. Putting his hands at the bottom of her nightgown, he tugged it up and over her head, leaving her completely naked.

Suppressing the urge to cover herself, she placed her hands on the bedspread, clenching it tightly.

As the cool air of the room hardened her nipples to stiff peaks, Heath filled his hands with her voluptuous chest, his thumbs teasing the now-hard flesh. He took one nipple into his mouth, and she sighed, releasing the bedspread and threading her hands through his hair.

Releasing her nipple with a nip, he repeated the torture on the other. Victoria’s back bowed at the exquisite pleasure.

A whimper slipped from her lips when he pulled away, already missing the heat of his body against hers.

“Lie back,” he whispered, his hands coming to her shoulders to draw her back to the bed.

Her dark hair splayed beneath her back, and he stood back to look at her, his brandy eyes almost amber with desire.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, dropping onto the bed next to her. Cupping her cheek, he kissed her, fanning the heat inside her higher.

Breaking the kiss, he skimmed his lips down her neck and chest, his tongue laving one of her nipples before he drew it into his mouth.

Victoria spiked a hand through his hair and held him to her breast, desire slithering through her.

His hand came up to tease her other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, and she moaned, the sound loud to her ears.

“Heath…” Victoria sucked in a breath when he released her nipple, tracing a path to her navel with his tongue.

His hand cupped her mound, tracing a finger over the dewy lips of her womanhood.

Trembles shook her body as he slipped a finger inside her, and Victoria gasped.

His finger pistoned inside her, his thumb pressing the nub of her desire, stroking her higher with each thrust.

Heat gathered in her belly and built, and a cry ripped from her when Heath slowed and slid his finger from her body.

She jerked when he stroked her thigh with his hand, his soft lips skimming across her skin.

A small shriek was rent from her when he hoisted her legs onto his shoulders. The move was a brief distraction before his mouth covered her pearl of desire, sucking it deep into his mouth.

Fireworks exploded behind her eyes, her back arched in a tight curve as he wound her tight.

He buried his fingers in her slit, and she clenched the bedsheets, pulling them tighter as he thrust into her.

His free hand cupped her breast, his thumb teasing and pinching her nipple.

Electric shocks spiked between her breasts and her core, the pounding of her heart in rhythm with the pulsing of her desire.