Have Yourself a Naughty Little Santa
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Kim smiled and leaned against the doorjamb. “Well, be careful, cowboy, or you’ll get burned.”
Ricco threw his head back and laughed. “Come in, the draft is cold.”
Hesitantly she entered. His room was a replica of hers, except his had more of a hunting theme. And whereas she was neat and orderly, Ricco was…not. His duffel bag sat gaping open on the floor near the armoire. Clothes were hanging out, as if he had been digging for something to wear. She had neatly hung her clothes and refolded her other things painstakingly into the bottom drawers. His bed was mussed, and she…stopped before she got into trouble. And looked up, and away from Ricco. Several trophy heads adorned the walls. An eight-point buck and a doe on one wall, a trout and a bass on the other. A large deerskin adorned another wall. The fire in the corner burned bright, and Ricco’s bed was as big and comfy-looking as hers. His eyes followed hers to it. “Why are you here?” he asked. His voice was lower, if that was possible. The timbre had shifted. To…predatory. The damp towel rode low around his waist, and Kim found herself wanting him to drop it and get dirty with her. She’d never considered the male body all that spectacular, but Ricco changed all of that. He was tall, muscled, and perfectly proportioned.
She swallowed and said, “I told you, my locket.”
Squatting in front of the fireplace Ricco tossed a few small logs onto it. The muscles in his back flexed with the movement, and the fabric of the towel clung to his ass, outlining in great detail what was beneath. Her blood began to warm and her mouth was dry. “How many women have you slept with?” she blurted out. She bit her bottom lip regretting the outburst.
Ricco looked over his shoulder, and the devil could not have looked more sinful. “I have no idea. How many have you slept with?”
“Women?” she squeaked.
He grinned wider and stood facing her. Lord help her, but her eyes dipped, and what she saw made her catch her breath. He was aroused. He stepped toward her. She stepped back. “Yes, women,” he whispered as he continued to move toward her. She swallowed again and felt the hard wooden plank of the door against her back.
“I, never, uh—none.”
“Men?”
She could count them on one hand. Two had been her husbands; two had been short-term relationships, and the last one, her recent and only one-night stand.
“Enough.”
“Enough to what?” He pressed closer to her. He slid his right hand along her neck, his fingertips barely touching her skin, before sinking deep into her hair. Cupping the back of her head in his big hand, he pulled her up toward him. His lips hovered over hers. Her body trembled and her breasts were suddenly heavy.
Their gazes held. His, dark and fiery; hers, she could only imagine. Heat flushed across her chest, and Kim knew it was splotchy. “Enough to be enough.” She licked her dry lips. His dipped down to her cheek, and he softly brushed his lips across her skin.
“What do you want?” he softly demanded.
Before she could answer, his lips traveled lower, to the curve of her jaw, then lower, to her neck. He kissed her there, his teeth lightly raking across her jugular. She arched into him, hissing in a breath. His other hand slid up her arm to her neck, and he pressed his chest against her aching nipples. Kim closed her eyes and melted. Her body went liquid. Warm and wet, she flushed for him.
• • •
RICCO’S HEAD SPUN WITH THE HEADY SCENT OF HER. Some exotic scent mingled with her own natural scent promised a wild and wanton ride. It’s what had attracted him to her in the first place. She’d walked past him in a crowed hallway at the Legacy, and when he’d seen her later that night, he’d been drawn back to her like a hummingbird to nectar. He hadn’t been able to help himself then, and he couldn’t help himself now. He wanted nothing more than to take her to his bed and sink into her warm, wet voluptuousness.
“You smell very fuckable, Miss Michaels,” he murmured. As he said the words, his dick filled to capacity. She moaned and arched against him. He could feel the wild beating of her heart against his chest and the delicate tremble of her limbs. His lips trailed down her neck to the curve where it met her collarbone. He nibbled the ridge there. He let his right hand slip from her hair to her shoulder, then to her breasts.
She moaned again and rolled her head back against the door, pressing her chest into his hand. She had great tits. Big, and full, with rosy nipples that plumpened, begging for his attention. He had no idea how many women he’d made love to over the years—he wasn’t one to keep count. What he cared about at that moment was the woman in his arms and how she made him so hard he ached.
Kim pressed her hands against his bare chest and pushed him slightly away. Her sapphire-colored eyes had deepened to almost black in her passion. He grinned. Even in the firelight he could see the red splotches that covered her chest. He’d noticed it before, and for some reason, for all of her little control issues and bluster, the splotches made her more vulnerable to him. He traced a finger across the swell of her breast, where there was a bright red blotch. “Do you always get polka dots when you’re aroused?” She smacked his hand away, but she didn’t move away from him. Indeed—those full, pouty lips of hers turned up into a slow, sexy smile. “Keep looking at me like that and your entire body will go up in flames.” The heat from his body, combined with the dampness of the towel around his waist, which was coming dangerously close to falling off, sweltered up the air, thickening it around them. He pressed his hard-on against her belly. “You’re saying pass go and collect two hundred dollars with those big blues eyes, Cinderella…”
She leaned into him. “I haven’t decided if it’s emotional suicide to get into that bed of yours again or carnal suicide not to.”
Ricco grinned and his blood quickened. He moved his hands down her body to her waist, then slid his hands down between her flannel pj’s and warm skin. Her body moved beneath his hands, giving its own permission to proceed. Slowly he pushed them down her thighs. Kim’s eyes widened, and he saw the rush of heat behind them. Her bottom lip trembled and he could not resist tasting it. He kissed her, his lips sipping her first. Then, feeling her body respond, he pressed more intimately into her. His tongue swirled across her lips, his hands pressed into her skin, and her tits drilled into his chest. He was swept away in her sweet, hot response to him. He wanted to taste all of her. She was sweet and musky, and, like a bee, he wanted more of her honey. “Cinderella, I promise not to turn into a pumpkin,” he whispered against her lips. He felt her entire body loosen.
“No strings?” she breathed, her warm breath caressing his cheek.
“No strings,” he answered, wondering if he could keep that promise.
“No awkward good-byes?”
“No awkward good-byes.”
“I’m leaving in a week,” she whispered.
His dick flexed. “I can do a lot of damage to this sweet body of yours in a week.” He nipped at her bottom lip and said, “I’m leaving in three weeks if you decide to come back for more.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
“Okay,” he repeated.
He slid his hand farther down her belly. Her hips rocked softly against him. “Jesus, Kim,” he hoarsely said. She was so soft, and so warm, her skin like pure silk. His fingertips brushed across her soft downy mound, where heat sweltered from her body like a furnace. He wanted to push her pants down to her ankles, to get down on his knees and take her into his mouth. He wanted her to come against his lips, in his hand. He wanted to sink so deep into her that he would be lost forever.
With only a week to savor this work of art, Ricco followed his thoughts. He dropped down to his knees pulling her pajamas with him. She hissed in a breath. “What are you doing?” she rapsed, her voice throaty and full of desire. Her thighs trembled. He parted them at her knees. Using one hand to steady her, he used his other to spread her full, luscious lips.
“I’m going to have my dessert,” he said against her flaming skin.
• • •
Kim pressed her back hard against the wooden door, afraid that if she didn’t, she’d crumble to the floor. Her hips rocked in slow, deliberate unison with Ricco’s voracious mouth and expert hand. It amazed her how her body went on instant alert. It was as if it knew what was going to happen and was preparing itself for the event. Her skin was hot, her blood thick, infusing her nerve endings. Every sense was on heightened alert. Ignited and ready to burn. She felt the orgasm build from deep inside of her. She felt the flash, then the catch. As a fire would with a rush of hot air, the waves built at a frenzied pace.
The sensory overload of him in her and around her was almost too much for her to bear. A hard sob lodged deep in her throat. The crest rose, and the sluicing sound of her juices as she drenched his hand and his mouth was so carnally sensual that it embarrassed her. But she didn’t care. All that mattered to her right at that exact moment in time was Ricco and her G spot. The wave crashed, it slammed, it destroyed everything in its wake before receding, only to come back and crash again, and again, and again.
Kim cried out and her hips undulated wildly, Ricco’s hand and mouth expertly riding out her orgasm. She gulped for air. In a wild, wanton gesture, Ricco pulled her down to him, his mouth glistening with her on it, and kissed her.
“See how good you taste?” he said, then licked the inside of her mouth, giving her more of herself. He twisted her around and pressed her into the thick alpaca rug. His towel had come loose and she dug her nails into his ass. He growled and nipped at her bottom lip. “I hope you have another one of these,” he said, then ripped her flannel top down the front, exposing her breasts to the simmering air. A wild, wanton abandon overcame her, and she felt truly free of herself. She could, she decided, take all of him for as long as he was willing to give her this next week. And hope that it would be enough to carry her through the rest of her life. She stiffened as a fleeting thought of the life she had chosen sprang up into her mind. She shoved it away. She would live now in this moment for as long as she could.
He must have sensed her hesitation. Ricco moved slightly up from her, his dark eyes searching her face. “What’s wrong, princess? Having second thoughts?”
She swallowed hard. No one had ever called her princess, let alone any other endearment. Ricco had a way of making her feel special, as if no other woman existed for him. Her chest swelled, and in a sudden realization, she knew that if she wasn’t careful, she might be the one who would break the rules.
His dark eyes held hers, fire burning hot in them, as he waited for her to give him the signal to continue. His erection was thick and hard against her thigh. Only his towel separated her from him. He lowered his lips to the tip of her nose and lightly kissed it. “I’m about to explode, sweetheart.”
She closed her eyes and relaxed back into the soft fur. Ricco did not spare a millisecond. His hot mouth ravaged one hardened peak, then the other, and his hips pressed hotly into her. She opened up for him, her skin and body burning as hot as the flames in the fireplace eating up the dry logs.
With his foot he slid her pajama pants farther down her legs. Warm air rushed between her legs, then his hand brushed across her hot mound. She arched into him, her back coming off the floor, her breasts spearing into the air. “Ricco,” she begged, “take me there.”
He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her up toward him. As he did, he moved against her, the wide tip of his penis pressing her slick folds for entry. “Princess, I don’t have a condom.”
Kim squeezed her eyes shut and wanted to scream. “I-I don’t either!” He pressed his forehead against hers and softly chuckled. “It’s not funny!” she cried. “Why don’t you have one?”
He pressed her back onto the thick fur. “If my memory serves me correctly, I used up my stash on some nymph in Reno the other night.”
Heat flushed her chest. She reached down to him and nearly recoiled at his hard heat. “My God, Ricco. Does that hurt?”
He pressed into her hand. “Like a mother. Make it go away.”
Kimberly smiled, and for the first time in her life, she felt sexually confident. This man had a raging hard-on, not for what her parents could do for him but because she turned him on.
Releasing him, she twisted out from underneath him and pressed her hands to his chest, pushing him back into the fur rug. Her body followed his, leaning full against him. Her lips reached for his and he pulled her down to him, encircling her with his long arms. The heat of the fire scorched their skin, but neither one minded. Indeed, their own fire was hotter. Her hand slid down his hard belly to his full cock. He was thick and full and hard as stone. She so desperately wanted him inside of her.
Kim wiggled against him, brushing her swollen, moist folds against the fleshy tip. Ricco hissed in a breath. “Kim—”
“I just want to feel you for a minute. Just—” She pressed herself against him, and when he entered her, they both went rigid, sucking in a deep breath. Kim moaned and moved ever so slightly against him. He filled her another inch. She closed her eyes when he grabbed her hips and squeezed, preventing her from impaling him farther. But he couldn’t help himself either, and his hips pressed up and he moved another inch deeper.
They froze, suspended like that, connected as one, wanting more, desperate to be as fully connected as two humans could be. Him only inches inside of her, her liquid muscles clamped like silken vises around his throbbing shaft. Just as she thought she had overcome the initial rush of an orgasm, it rushed up, blindsiding her. Her body jerked, as if she had been struck head-on by a truck. She cried out, overcome with such intense sensation that she nearly crashed against him. Impaled only by half of him, she jerked and writhed on him. Ricco cursed, his fingers digging deep into her skin, holding her back from impaling him more fully. His hips jerked as she writhed against him, and she knew he was at his limit.
He pushed her off of him and in one fell movement rolled over onto her, his hips thrusting against her belly. Then he came all over her. To her utter astonishment, she didn’t mind. In fact, the opposite was true. She looked down at his glistening seed pooling on her flat belly and into her belly button and smiled. Now that was a testament to the man’s self-control.
He rolled onto his back next to her, his great chest rising and falling as quickly as hers. Long moments passed before they caught their breath. Ricco rolled over, took his towel, and wiped her belly clean. “Jesus, Kim, next time I might not be able to hold back.”
She rolled over and up on an elbow and smiled at him. In the firelight, his bronze body glowed like a Spartan warrior’s. “I’m sorry, that was pretty selfish of me.” He grinned up at her and pulled her down to cuddle against his chest. She resisted. Too intimate.
He pulled back and looked at her. “Are you going to disappear now?”
“No, I just—”
“Just what? After that, you can’t stay here for a few minutes?”
She moved back and shook her head, wanting separation. Wa
nting it, because if she had a choice, she’d climb in bed with him and fall asleep with her head on his shoulder. And that was not going to happen. Sex was one thing. Anything postcoital was not an option.
She stood and hurried to pull her pj’s back on. Ricco stood as well. He grabbed a pair of shorts from his duffel bag.
She pulled the shredded pajama top on, trying to cover her breasts. It was useless. As she moved to the door, he said, “Answer one question for me.”
Kim hesitated with her hand on the knob. “Maybe.”
“Why do you run away?”
She opened her mouth to tell him she wasn’t running away. She was…just leaving. “I don’t know,” she honestly said, then hurried from his room before he could ask her more uncomfortable questions.
• • •
RICCO STOOD FOR A LONG TIME STARING AT THE DOOR, wondering at the woman who’d managed in just two days to make him question his own behavior. Something about her pulled at him—an underlying vulnerability she tried to hide but he saw as clearly as if she’d been waving a billboard banner. She had deep emotional scars, and he found himself wanting to unlock the wild woman that he knew only revealed herself in the throes of passion. She was like a child with a new toy. For crying out loud, she admitted she’d married twice. Were her ex-husbands idiots? She was a passionate woman who walked around like an ice cube, keeping the world at bay.
His dick twinged. “Down, boy. You’ll get another turn.” He hoped.
Suddenly feeling hungry, Ricco slipped his flannel pajama bottoms on. Taking the stairs three at a time, he trucked into the kitchen and raided the refrigerator. As he sat down to a mixing-bowl size of Cap’n Crunch, the back door opened and a haggard Esmeralda stepped through.
“What are you doing up so late?” Ricco asked, his earlier anger at her gone. She set the baby monitor down on the butcher block island and turned to him.