A Naughty Little Christmas (Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romances from Bestselling Authors)

by Randi Alexander

  "Oh, Nicholas."

  Her hands tightened in his hair, but he didn’t care. Her increasing gasps as he cajoled her to ecstatic pleasure occupied his undivided attention. He cupped her buttocks, bringing her closer, allowing his tongue better access. Her pelvis moved in a rhythmic rocking. She groaned his name, then started to moan in an increasing pitch. He moved with her, and kept on and on until, in a rising wail of pleasure, she screamed out his name and shuddered in his grip.

  It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

  She fell back on the couch her legs sprawled over his shoulder. He stroked the hair from her face, revealing the most contented expression he’d ever seen.

  She smiled and stretched; languorous as a cat. Her fingers walked up his chest then she tugged at the collar of his shirt.

  "At the least, you could undress and join me," she murmured.

  He smiled. "I think it’s too late to do the least." He kissed between her breasts, then captured a sweet nipple in his mouth. She gasped again. "How about I do more?"

  Angelique watched as he tossed his shirt on the floor. She leaned forward and lapped her tongue across his chest, teasing each hard nub mercilessly for intense seconds. He groaned as her fingers found his zipper and slid it down.

  He tugged off his pants and flung them aside. She slid her finger under the band of his charcoal briefs and dragged it across the warm, hard flesh of his stomach. She paused near the centre, watching his eyes darken to midnight, knowing he was anticipating her touch on his swelling erection.

  She smiled, then dipped her whole hand inside his briefs, cupping the base of him, then sliding her hand upward. He felt like kid leather stretched over taut muscle.

  The raspy sound of his breathing ignited her desire. She freed him from the cotton prison and licked the tip of him, then drew the head of his penis into her mouth. She kept her hand firmly wrapped around his cock while she tucked her lips around the top of the shaft and twirled her tongue around the corona, noting with satisfaction the intake of his breath.

  She tucked her other hand under his testicles, enjoying the feel of the soft hair tickling her fingers. His fingers curled through her hair.

  "Oh, God, Angelique, that’s fabulous."

  She glanced up at him and smiled.

  "I want to make you come like this, Nicholas. I want you to let it happen." She squeezed his balls, very gently, and he gasped. "I want to taste you."

  She took him back in her warm mouth and continued twirling her tongue around the head of his rod. She released his balls and slid her hand around him to flatten against his firm butt, then she teased her fingers between his legs to stroke the perineum, right behind his testicles. Her tongue spiraled around the bulbous tip of him, upward until she could dab at the tiny slit, tasting the salty drop oozing from him.

  "Oh, God, Angelique. I’m so close."

  She pulled him deep into her mouth and he groaned. She slid up and down, grasping his firm butt in both her hands.

  "Oh, yes," he moaned.

  She squeezed his shaft between the roof of her mouth and her tongue, keeping the pressure tight while she moved up and down. She sucked on it hard, drawing it deep into her throat. She drew back one hand to fondle his testicles. His hands tightened on the back of her head.

  "Oh, God, I’m coming."

  His balls tightened, drawing up close to his body. He tensed and groaned, then exploded into her mouth. She sucked and squeezed until he finished, then swallowed the salty-sweet liquid.

  He drew her to her feet and kissed her soundly.

  "You are an incredible woman, Angelique."

  She smiled as he lifted her off her feet and dropped her onto the couch, then prowled over her.

  "Now for the main event."

  He sucked one nipple firmly into his mouth, pulsing strongly, then sucked in the other one, dabbing it playfully with his tongue. He pressed his cock against her dripping pussy and eased inside. He draped one of her legs over his shoulder, kissing the inside of her knee. The other she wrapped around him.

  Angelique caught her breath at the exquisite sensation of his hard, long cock driving inside her, stimulating every inch of her vagina, turning her into a quivering mass of nerve endings.

  He thrust and she moaned. He eased out, almost exiting her, then lurched forward again, impaling her with pleasure.

  "Oh, Nicholas. Give it to me deep and hard. Make me come."

  He thrust again and again, and she felt her nerve-endings explode like fireworks.

  "Oh, yes. Oh God, yes. Yes. YES!"

  Her voice turned to a scream as she rode the scorching climax higher and higher. It went on and on. Impossibly long. Impossibly spectacular.

  Nicholas groaned and she felt his seed release inside her.

  They both collapsed on the couch, clinging to each other.

  Chapter 9

  Stretched out on the couch with his head propped on a plump, velvet cushion, Nicholas watched as Angelique pulled on her clothes. She sat on the floor beside him with her legs to one side, a thoughtful look on her face."

  He kissed her ear and she smiled at him, but the thoughtful look returned.

  "What’s wrong, sweetheart?"

  "Why did you not like the drawing I gave you?"

  The question caught him off guard. He rolled onto his back, thoughts tumbling through his mind like spilled marbles. How would he handle this?

  "I am sorry. I should not have asked."

  "It’s a beautiful drawing," he said, telling the truth. Her talent was undeniable.

  "Thank you."

  Her tone did not match her words. He turned to face her. Her eyes glistened. He could feel the closeness they’d shared only minutes before slipping away.

  His jaw tensed. Damn it, he didn’t want to lose that closeness. He’d never felt so complete. Damn her for ruining this.

  Well, if she insisted on knowing, then he’d tell her.

  "My mother abandoned me when I was five years old."

  Her gaze shifted to meet his.

  "She never visited me," he continued, his tone harsh. "She never sent me a letter or a card, nothing. She didn’t want anything to do with me, so why should I want to remember her?"

  He glared at the ceiling, his mouth set in a hard line. Anger oozed from every part of him.

  She stared at him, her eyes wide. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, and realized she probably thought the worst.

  Was she disgusted at how he viewed his mother? Annoyed that he didn’t like her gift? Like most women, would she put her own feelings above his pain?

  She’d leave now, he was sure. Exit the room in a fit of anger or tears.

  He endured seconds that lasted a lifetime, loathing his vulnerability. But she didn’t leave him. Instead, she stroked his cheek.

  "Oh, Nicholas. I wanted to give you something you would treasure forever. A picture of your family to comfort you, not cause you pain." A tear trickled from her eyes. "I am so sorry."

  Tears, but not for herself. For him.

  A lump formed in his throat. He scooped her into his arms and hugged her close, his heart swelling with a joy only she could provide.

  "Thank you, Angelique."

  His voice sounded hoarse, full of emotion. He kissed her, then slid his hands to her shoulders and eased her back so he could look at her.

  "I will treasure it always, because of you."

  * * * * *

  Christmas morning dawned with a fresh layer of snow on the ground, reflecting bright sunshine. A shiver of cold rippled through Nicholas. He reached for Angelique, but found only empty sheets. He jolted to a sitting position.

  She was gone!

  He glanced around the room, looking for any sign of her. A clatter sounded in the next room and the pounding of his heart diminished.

  He leaped out of bed and strode out the door. She wasn’t in the living room. He heard a cupboard door close. The kitchen. He marched through the door.

  Ang
elique heard the door swing open and she glanced up from the cantaloupe she’d been about to slice to see Nick holding the door open with one outstretched arm. The well-defined muscles on his arms bulged and she longed to stroke them. Her gaze drifted over his broad, hair-sprinkled chest and slid lower, past the hard-rippled definition of his stomach, to his flaccid penis, already starting to stiffen at her examination.

  "Ahem."

  Her gaze shifted to his face. He stared at her with a stormy expression.

  "I thought you were gone."

  The catch of emotion in those words grasped her heart and squeezed.

  He strode toward her and dragged her against him, holding her as though his life would expire were he to let her go.

  "I thought you had left me." His whispered words brushed against her ear, sending tremors through her.

  "It’s all right. I’m here," she murmured against his ear, stroking the back of his head. His pain washed through her, matching her own. One way or another, she would leave him at midnight tonight. Guilt stabbed through her at the suffering it would cause him. If only there was something she could do about it.

  "I want you, Angelique. I need you."

  "Moi aussi, Nick. I need you, too."

  He captured her lips in a hard, passionate kiss. He pulled back and stared into her eyes with an intensity she found difficult to endure.

  He swept the counter top clear with one arm. His hands curved around her waist and he lifted her onto the counter top. He kissed her again, his tongue driving into her mouth, possessing her. She opened, wanting to be possessed. She thrust her tongue forward, entwining with his. Wanting to possess him.

  He grasped the hem of the T-shirt she wore and peeled it off, flinging it onto the floor. She gasped as he encompassed first one nipple, then the other, in the scorching heat of his mouth. She clung to his hair, holding his head against her.

  "Oh, yes, Nick. Harder."

  He sucked hard and deep.

  As he complied, she cried out. Good God this man could make love. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust against him, almost climaxing at the contact of his hard belly against her hot vulva, paired with the extreme sensations of his mouth drawing hard on her nipple.

  He sucked one then the other until her head spun. He eased her legs from around him, placing her feet on the counter beside her, opening her wide to his view. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties and slid into her. One finger, then two. He stroked, then he thrust deeply.

  "Oh, God, Nick, I’m going to come."

  "Do it," he murmured into her ear. "For me."

  He added a third finger and continued to thrust into her. She felt the orgasm begin, tenuous at first, then mounting.

  "Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhh! Oh, my God. Yeeeeeeeessssssss!!!"

  The words tore from her throat in a rising crescendo as the orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.

  He planted a quick kiss on her lips then captured her gaze as his fingers tucked under the lace elastic of her panties and tore them apart. The intensity of his dark-eyed stare, the powerful force of his presence, the shimmering heat between them—all held her breathless. Slowly, he pressed his rigid cock into her softness. She felt it push into her hot flesh. The iron-hard feel of it thrilled her. She squeezed, tightening her intimate muscles around him. Their gazes remained locked together. He seemed to be drinking in her expressions of rapture as he filled her to the full length of his enormous cock. They stared at one another, basking in the exquisite joy of the moment.

  Then he started to move.

  In.

  Out.

  As he surged forward again, he wrapped his hands around her buttocks and buried himself more deeply inside her. She groaned.

  He pulled back. The feel of his cock dragging along sensitive nerve-endings, sent wild sensations skyrocketing through her.

  In.

  Out.

  Her heart rate climbed steadily as an enormous energy built within her. She thrust forward to meet him. She pulled back, then thrust forward to meet him again.

  His breathing accelerated and she felt him stiffen. As he exploded inside her, she exploded in wild, unadulterated pleasure. She rode the wave of bliss and, as it started to ebb, he thrust deeper and harder, sending her over again.

  Then again.

  As that third climax ebbed, she slumped back, but his finger found her clitoris and he flicked it, teasing it until she screamed in ecstasy once again.

  She thought he had finished his onslaught of pleasure, but he circled his hips, spiraling his cock inside her, sending her over the edge one more time.

  Finally, she slumped against him, clinging to him in exhilarated exhaustion.

  "Merry Christmas, Angelique."

  Still buried inside her, he carried her back to bed and made love to her again, providing her with more dazzling orgasms before drawing her into a deep embrace.

  Chapter 10

  Nick held Angelique close to his body, luxuriating in the feel of her.

  She rolled toward him and smiled. "I’d like to shower now. Do you think you can do without me for a little while?"

  He kissed the tip of her nose.

  "Only a short while."

  She laughed and rolled away from him. He watched the delicious sway of her naked, sexy derriere as she headed for his bathroom.

  He flopped onto his back. Good heavens, he’d been thrown into a panic because he thought she’d left.

  He tucked his palms behind his head and thought about the past couple of days. She’d responded to his touch with a fiery passion. He’d never experienced more explosive, yet poignant, lovemaking. And she had trusted him with her virginity.

  He didn’t want her to leave. Ever.

  As for being hurt like he had been by his mother, he wouldn’t allow it.

  Love might not be real, but Angelique made him feel special. She touched him in ways no other woman could.

  He realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

  * * * * *

  After Angelique had showered and dressed, Nicholas took a shower. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw Angelique curled up on the couch in front of the fire.

  "Merry Christmas," he said.

  She smiled then rose to greet him with a long, languorous kiss.

  "Merry Christmas," she murmured softly against his ear, her breath sending tingles radiating through him in a delicious web of yearning.

  "Mmm." His arms tightened around her. "It’s promising to be the best ever." He nibbled her ear. "I could get used to this."

  She nuzzled the crook of his neck. "As could I." She slid her arm around his waist and led him to the table. "I have made breakfast."

  As he followed, red foil and a bright green bow caught his attention.

  "What’s that?" Nicholas asked.

  "It appears to be a gift."

  "But we opened our gifts last night, and we agreed to limit what we spent—"

  "It was left there by a Christmas angel."

  He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He slipped her arm from his waist, then kissed her hand. "Wait here."

  He went into the bedroom and retrieved the gift he’d wrapped moments before and slipped it under the tree.

  "Saint Nick delivered this one."

  He slid his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck as she placed a basket of Danish pastry beside a plate of sliced cantaloupe, honey dew melon, oranges, and whole strawberries on the dining room table.

  "I did not know how to use the stove, so I hope fresh fruit is acceptable."

  "Looks wonderful." He nibbled on her ear lobe. "Maybe we can finish with something even sweeter."

  She giggled and sat down to breakfast. Something close to joy filled him as he listened to carols playing softly in the background, surrounded by the glitter of Christmas, and shared breakfast with the woman he … loved?

  Close enough.

  This really was turning into the best Christmas ever.
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br />   She finished a last sip of coffee and placed her mug on the table, then smiled at him with an impish gleam in her eyes. She nudged her head toward the tree.

  "Is it time for gifts yet?"

  He stared at his watch. "Well, I don’t know. There’s a movie on TV I’d like to see and—"

  She laughed and grabbed his hand, then dragged him from the chair.

  "Come." She led him to the living room couch. "You sit there. I’ll get the gifts."

  He chuckled when she gave her gift a shake as she returned to the couch.

  "That won’t help you figure out what it is. Why don’t you just open it?" His voice sounded amazingly steady given the churning in his gut.

  "No, I want you to open yours." She handed him the red foil package.

  As he took the gift from her hands, the excitement that lit her face disappeared, replaced by a nervous vulnerability. She was worried that he wouldn’t like this gift.

  He resolved that he wouldn’t disappoint her again.

  As he tore away the paper to reveal a bundle of envelopes, aged and tied with a blue satin ribbon, an anvil of painful memories crushed down on his heart and he realized he would fail in that resolution.

  They were addressed to his father—with his mother’s name on the return address.

  He dropped them onto the coffee table.

  "Why did you give me those?" The flat words had a harsh taste.

  She knelt in front of him, then picked up the bundle and pressed them into his hand.

  "Nicholas, please read them."

  His stomach had become a tight, rigid wall. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but couldn’t she understand how difficult this was for him?

  She drew an envelope from the bundle and held it in front of him. "Just one?"

  "I don’t see any poin—"

  She took his hand and stared straight into his eyes. "Please." Her wide eyes glimmered with hope. "Trust me."