She pushed at him. “It’s not just that. It’s everything. Our ages, our occupations, our hopes and dreams—”
“That’s a lame cop-out. You’re inventing problems, and that’s completely unfair. If you’re too chicken shit to leap into this with me, just say so. Don’t hide behind something as asinine as our ages and jobs and whatever else you can pull out of thin air. I like you. I’ve liked you for years. And now, I’d like more. But if you don’t want that, you need to tell me now. Because I don’t want us to get into a relationship only to have you talk yourself out of it for some idiotic reason later.”
“Well, how nice that you put it that way,” she mocked.
Without warning, he lifted her up and set her on the countertop.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, holding onto his biceps for balance. “Let me down.”
Still holding her waist, he slid between her thighs. “I’m not going to let you down until you tell me—what’s so bad about us having some sort of relationship beyond friendship.”
She took a deep breath and counted silently to ten as she let it out. She might as well ‘fess up. “Fine, Brody. I’m scared. How’s that for a chicken shit answer?”
He leaned back to look her in the eye. “Scared of what? Me?”
“No, no. Not you.” She rubbed his forearm tenderly, her thumb swirling the dark hairs there. “It is the age thing. I’m afraid you’ll find someone younger, hipper and more interesting down the road, and I’ll be left with nothing but a broken heart.” There. She’d said it. Aloud.
Tilting her chin up with his index finger, he met her gaze. Why in the world would you think that?” Tears slid down her cheeks, and she swiped at them with the back of her hand as he continued, “In all the years I’ve been here, Sophie, you don’t think I could have found someone younger and hipper? Maybe. But none more interesting than you, none more beautiful than you. You’re my ideal—what I hold every woman up to, and they always fall short. You fascinate and entertain me like no one else.”
She tried to look away from him. “Now, maybe. But what about when you’re my age.”
“Jesus, Sophie. You make it sound like you’re ancient. It’s eight stupid years. It’s just a number.” He sighed. “If I could change it, I would. But I can’t, so we need to work around it. Is that possible?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
He sighed. “So the only thing keeping us apart is you and this problem you have about my being younger than you.”
She nodded. “That… and my being older than you.”
His hand slid up the length of her thigh and disappeared beneath the T-shirt. He caressed her breast, his fingers cupping and stroking as he worshipped her.
She moaned and instinctively pressed herself against him. God, why did he have the power to turn her into a crumbling house of cards whenever he touched her? She lowered her head to the crook of his neck.
With ease, Brody scooped her up and carried her back to the quilts in front of the fireplace. “Let me love you, Sophie. Let me show you this isn’t a mistake.”
He rolled her over until she was on top of him. “You’re in charge, sweetheart. Do whatever you want to me. I trust you.”
Wicked, wanton thoughts swirled in her head, knowing she had complete power over this gorgeous young stud. Slowly, she bent and unzipped his jeans, tugging them down his legs and kissing the exposed skin as she went. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath since they’d made love numerous times last night before they fell into an exhausted sleep. The box of condoms on the floor was nearly depleted. She grinned. That was definitely not something she was going to complain about.
Kissing her way back up the other leg, she stopped when she reached his hard cock. Feeling just a little mischievous, she took him into her mouth and worked her tongue around the tip, teasing him until he was rock hard.
“Damn.” He moaned and closed his eyes.
She moved up the length of his body until she straddled his waist. Wiggling her hips, she let her pussy lips kiss the head of his cock, then pulled away.
Another moan conveyed both frustration and excitement. “Baby, please.” He gripped her hips, trying to wrangle her onto him.
Sophie rimmed her mouth with her tongue and shook her head. “Not yet.”
“You’re in charge,” he repeated, opening his eyes to watch her. His eyes were full of trust, telling her he wouldn’t push her to do anything she didn’t want and, at the same time, letting her know she could do what she pleased to him.
The knowledge brought tears to her eyes. She grabbed a condom and opened it, rolling it over his hard length. Easing back, her pussy poised over him, she told him honestly, “I trust you, Brody. And I want to take a chance with you.” Her hand still encircling him, she eased down, guiding him into her. A ragged moan tore from her throat. She rode him hard, harder than she’d ever ridden a man before. She loved the feel of his cock inside her, stretching her walls, pleasing her beyond compare. They fit perfectly—like they were made for each other.
The sex was quick but incredibly intense. Brody let her set the pace. She ground herself on him again and again, loving the experience of having him beneath her, bucking like a stud. Whatever they had together was undeniably special. She rode faster, pushing against his chest as she felt a sweet release approaching. Another second and she was there, exploding in a rainbow of color and lights. Only Brody had been able to elicit such intense orgasms from her. She cried out his name and collapsed on top of him.
Beneath her, Brody took a moment to catch his breath.
“Damn, woman.” He gulped in a big draught of air. “When it comes to sex, you’re at the top of your game.”
She smiled, stroking his stubbly chin. “Well, you know what they say about HotLibrarians in their thirties, Santa. They’re just hitting their sexual prime.”
His hand skimmed down her bare back and squeezed her ass playfully. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that sounds an awful lot like a challenge, sweetheart.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “And if it is?”
Quick as a flash, Brody flipped her over until she lay beneath him, both her wrists pinned in his hand. “Then I have to warn you, Santa’s legendary for going all night, around the world, no less.”
Sophie wiggled under him provocatively. “Oooh. All night, huh?” He grinned and leaned down until his lips were no more than an inch above hers. “Damn straight, baby. Santa’s got a secret.” His tongue raked a path across her bottom lip. “Only girls on the naughty list get his attention.”
Heat pooled between her thighs. Damn, the man had a knack for turning her on and keeping her turned on. “How long is your list?” She shivered as his tongue grazed her upper lip this time.
“Only one girl on it.” His hand slid between her legs, tracing light circles at the entrance of her pussy. “But she’s at the very top of my list.”
As his mouth claimed hers and his fingers slipped inside her wetness, Sophie realized she’d gotten exactly what she wanted for Christmas.
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