All He Wants For Christmas

by Elisabeth Naughton, Alexandra Ivy, Cynthia Eden, Katie Reus, Laura Wright, Skye Jordan

  Meg didn’t even think about struggling. Why would she?

  She was exactly where she wanted to be.

  In this man’s arms.

  “What do you want to think about?” she asked as he carried her through the living room.

  “Us.” His voice was suddenly husky, his eyes darkening with an emotion that made Meg’s heart clench. “Together.”

  “Dylan,” she breathed.

  He entered the bedroom, slowly lowering her to her feet. “I swear I never intended to hurt you, Meg,” he said in raw tones, wrapping his arms around her waist. “If I could go back—”

  She silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips.

  “I know.”

  She could feel him stiffen, his expression tense in the soft glow from the streetlight. “You do?”

  “I was so hurt when I learned you were an FBI agent, I refused to consider that you might actually feel something genuine for me,” she ruefully admitted.

  “It’s genuine.” Grasping her hips, he pressed her against the hard length of his erection. “Painfully genuine.”

  She lifted her hands to wrap them around his neck even as she sent him a chiding frown. “I don’t mean sex.”

  “Neither do I,” he swiftly agreed. His hands spread to cup her backside. Excitement speared through her. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m desperate for your body. In fact, I intend to spend the rest of the night proving just how desperate I am.”

  She shuddered, her stomach clenching as the image of having Dylan on top of her as he entered her with one long thrust nearly seared through her mind. How long had she waited to share her body with him? Months and months.

  Now she was trembling with the need to finish what they’d started.

  “Dylan,” she breathed.

  “But sex is only a part of what I crave about you,” he continued, gazing at her with an emotion that made her heart melt.

  She arched against him. “What else do you crave?”

  “Your smile that can light up a room.” Keeping her tight against him, he began to urge her backward, heading for the nearby bed. “Your lust for life. Your tender heart that I intend to claim for my own.”

  She chuckled, the hurt and resentment forgotten as she tilted back her head to meet his smoldering gaze.

  “You sound very confident,” she murmured.

  His features eased, as if the fact she could tease him about the past assured him that she was prepared to forgive and forget.

  “I have to be,” he murmured, his gaze lowering to her lips. “The thought that I might fail is unbearable.”

  She rolled her eyes. It didn’t matter if he was the sleek, sophisticated lawyer she’d met in Vegas, or the sexy, rough-around-the-edges man who’d arrived in Holly—this man oozed a self-assurance that he could bottle and sell to lesser mortals.

  “I doubt you’ve ever failed,” she said.

  He gave her a last push that had the back of her legs pressed against the edge of the mattress.

  “I didn’t become James Bond.”

  She tangled her fingers in his hair, loving the feel of its silky length. She could get too addicted to running her hands through the thick strands.

  “You still have time for a second career,” she assured him.

  “True.” He gazed down at her with an intensity that she felt to her very soul. “We have our entire future.” He deliberately paused. “Right?”

  She rubbed against him, smiling as she felt his cock twitch in response. “I’m not sure.”

  He gave a low growl, a flush of need staining his high cheekbones. “No?”

  “I think I need more convincing.”

  His eyes darkened with a sensual promise. “Let’s see what I can do.”

  He swooped his head down. At the same time, she tilted hers to the side. A silent, but unmistakable invitation.

  Their mouths brushed. Then brushed again. The touch of his lips made her shiver with pleasure.

  This first kiss was soft. An exquisite reminder of the past.

  She tightened her arms around his neck and tugged him closer. As if it was some sort of cue, Dylan slid his hands up her back in a restless caress. The kiss instantly deepened into something more.

  Meg sighed, vibrantly recalling why she’d always melted beneath this man’s touch. He didn’t just kiss…he consumed. When she was in his arms she felt as if she was the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world. Dylan muttered something against her lips. More a sound of need than actual words. Then, sliding his hands back down the curve of her spine, he grasped her hips, pulling her tight against the full thrust of his cock.

  With a low groan, Meg squeezed her eyes shut, savoring the feel of being wrapped in his arms.

  He knew exactly how to hold her. Tight, without making her feel claustrophobic, and strong enough to wrap her in a sense of masculine protection.

  God, she’d missed him. A soul-deep ache that she had tried so hard to ignore.

  Now she could fully embrace the fierce desire that clenched her body.

  In no mood for prolonged foreplay, she went on her tiptoes, planting a trail of kisses along his jaw. His heavy whiskers pricked against her softer skin, reminding her that he often had to shave twice a day.

  Another shiver shook her body as she arched against him, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. He made a sound deep in his chest.

  “Keep that up and this is going to be quick, angel,” he moaned in warning.

  She chuckled. “Quick can be good.”

  He captured her lips again. “Very good.”

  Like a fire, their desire blazed hotter. And hotter. Threatening to consume them both in the flames.

  “My angel,” he murmured.

  She tingled with excitement. It was stunningly perfect. Astonishing, considering that this was their first time truly together.

  During their previous embraces, she’d been so overwhelmed she hadn’t been able to truly appreciate the full impact of his fierce masculinity. Now she relished his warm, spicy scent and the heat of his hard body. And the intoxicating taste of him.

  “I want you,” he said softly. He lifted his head, studying her with a brooding gaze. “Now.”

  She lowered her hands, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. “Yes.”

  “Let me,” he murmured.

  With his help, he was swiftly stripped of his clothing, revealing the chiseled contours of his body. Her mouth went dry. God almighty, he was just as gorgeous as she’d always fantasized.

  He was lean, with sculpted muscles that rippled beneath his bronzed skin. His chest was broad and dusted with black hair. His stomach was flat, revealing the six-pack she’d spent more than a few nights imagining exploring with her tongue.

  Along with the thick erection that was already standing at proud attention.

  She reached out to wrap her hands around his cock, giving it a slow stroke.

  “Holy shit, Meg, that feels too good,” he muttered.

  Delighted by his husky voice, she glanced at him from beneath her lashes. She smiled at the sight of the hectic desire that glowed in his eyes.

  “I’d say it’s just about right.”

  He reached out to grasp the neckline of her T-shirt, ripping it open with one mighty tug. “My turn.”

  She gave a sudden laugh. “You know you just destroyed your own shirt,” she teased.

  There was something thrilling about his impatience.

  “I’ll open an account at a local store. I intend to rip off a lot of shirts,” he said. “You might want to write down where you buy your lingerie. I’ll set up an account there as well.”

  She glanced down at her bra and panties before tilting back her head to study him with an open challenge.

  “Go for it.”

  With a skill that stole her breath, he traced his hands down her back to her hips. His thumbs hooked around the tiny bows on the side of her undies. He tugged. The lacy material floated down her legs to land on the floor. Bol
dly he cupped her backside, giving the soft curves a small squeeze.

  A groan was wrenched from her throat.

  Okay. She could get used to having her clothes torn off by this gorgeous male.

  Allowing his mouth to glide down her neck, he urged her backward, steering her toward the bed. At the same time he skimmed his hands up to her bra straps. He pulled them down, inch by inch, allowing his lips to explore the skin revealed as the satin material was pulled from the swell of her breasts.

  Meg felt her nipples harden, aching for his touch as he reached between her breasts to snap the plastic clip with enough force to send it flying. She shivered, desperately wanting to feel him cup her heavy fullness. He did better. Lowering his head, he allowed his lips to close around one sensitive tip.

  Her knees threatened to buckle. Grasping his upper arms, she arched backward, offering him even better access. Easily sensing the sizzling pleasure that seared through her, Dylan used his teeth to lightly tease and torment before soothing the peak with his tongue.

  A flutter of unbearable anticipation clutched her stomach as he continued to suck her nipple. A damp heat formed between her legs. She wanted more. She wanted to feel his hard body pressing her into the mattress. And the feel of his fingers stroking over her aching clit.

  After nights of empty fantasies, she wanted it all.

  Perhaps sensing she couldn’t take it slow, not this first time together, Dylan wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet so he could tumble her onto the mattress.

  Standing next to the bed, he simply studied her for a long, silent moment.

  His dark brown gaze skimmed down her naked body, his brows drawing together at the narrowness of her waist and the hipbones that were sharper than when she lived in Vegas. Then, with a faint shake of his head, he lifted his head to meet her suddenly guarded gaze.

  “Forgive me, angel.”

  Meg squirmed against the pretty quilt that had belonged to her grandmother. “Nothing matters but tonight.”

  He planted his knee on the edge of the mattress, hovering above her as he focused on her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

  This was what she adored about this man.

  His ability to make her feel as if she was the very center of his universe.

  “I wonder if you know how many nights I’ve dreamed of this moment,” he whispered.

  She allowed a wry smile to twist her lips. “I still think I’m going to wake up and you’ll be gone.”

  He leaned forward, trailing a finger down her flushed cheek. “Never again, Meg. Now that you’ve let me back into your bed I’m never leaving.”

  Hope bloomed deep in her heart.

  Something flashed through his eyes. As if he could sense her trust.

  Crawling onto the mattress, he stretched out next to her. His hands framed her face, holding her in place as he claimed her lips in a hot, ruthless kiss.

  Meg instinctively circled her arms around his neck, holding on as he thrust his tongue between her lips. Desire poured through her. Hot, and so intense it made her toes curl in anticipation.

  “I can’t wait, Dylan.”

  “Thank God.”

  At last he shifted on top of her, the welcomed weight of his body pressing her deep into the mattress. She spread her legs, allowing him to settle between them. Instantly a groan was wrenched from her throat at the feel of his cock as it brushed against her clitoris.

  Oh…lord. It was like being struck by lightning.

  Her entire body sizzled with erotic pleasure.

  Pressing her knees against his hips, she cradled him even tighter. The blunt tip of his erection slid through her moist cleft, making her clit throb with need. Her fingers moved to thread in his hair, yanking his head down to kiss him with all the aching hunger that had built up over the weeks.

  Dylan made a sound deep in his chest, his hands skimming down her throat and over the swell of her breasts. Bliss shuddered through her as his thumbs teased her nipples to sensitive peaks, his hot breath brushing against her cheek.

  He felt hard, and male, and so wondrously real.

  “You taste of vanilla.”

  “It’s my lotion.”

  “No, angel. It’s all you.”

  His fingers slid down her ribcage and along the flat planes of her stomach to her hips. Then, scooping his hands beneath her, he cupped her backside as his lips followed the same path.

  With slow deliberation, he kissed a path of destruction down her shivering body. At the same time, his used his shoulders to spread her legs farther apart. His lips skimmed over her pelvic bones, and along the inside of her thighs.

  His soft chuckle filled the room at her strangled sound of impatience. He was clearly enjoying the knowledge she was about to explode.

  Then at last he used his fingers to pull open her folds. He used the tip of his tongue to tease her clitoris. White-hot pleasure blasted through her.

  Oh, hell. It felt so good. Perfect.

  She arched in silent encouragement, her hands grasping the quilt beneath her as he thoroughly explored her slick heat. With care he allowed his tongue to surge inside her, tasting deep of her desire.

  Meg clenched her teeth. She was so close. But she didn’t want to rush this moment. He thrust his tongue in and out of her, and she reached down to thread her fingers through his hair, giving him a firm tug.

  Any more and she was going to come.

  “Dylan, please.”

  Her voice was thick. Unashamedly pleading.

  He lingered to give her one last lick before he was surging upward, reaching to pull a condom from his wallet. Once it was slipped snugly over his erection, he grasped her wrists and tugged them over her head.

  Only then did he allow the thick head of his cock to breach her opening.

  “Come with me, angel.”

  In response, she wrapped her legs around his hips, silently urging him to enter her.

  Sweat beaded his brow as Dylan struggled to stay in control, slowly pressing into her tight channel. Meg released a sigh of pleasure at the feel of him stretching her, the slight burn a reminder of just how long it’d been since she’d shared her body.

  Not since Vegas. And this man.

  The unwelcomed reminder of the past threatened to ruin this fragile moment, and unconsciously she stiffened.

  Instantly Dylan froze, his face tight with concern.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  Unable to speak, she gave a fierce shake of her head, her hips lifting off the bed to urge him to continue.

  Perhaps sensing that she needed to be anchored to this time and place, Dylan lowered his head to press a kiss to her lips, thrusting deep inside her with one fierce motion. She barely had time to adjust to his invasion when he was pulling out and pushing back into her at a ruthless pace.

  She dug her nails into his shoulders, her head pressed into the mattress as her thoughts shattered.

  Yes. This was what she needed.

  The raw male desire that stole her breath and the delicious friction that was building her tension to a critical point.

  They moved together, the fluid rhythm reaching toward the glimmering spark of paradise. He lowered his head, burying his face in her hair.

  “My angel,” he groaned. “At last.”

  With one last thrust, Meg was flying over the edge, her nails raking down his back.

  Shivering with the intensity of her pleasure, she clung to Dylan as he gave a shout of release.

  * * *

  Dylan couldn’t sleep.

  No, that wasn’t true.

  He didn’t want to fall asleep.

  As glorious as it was to lie in his bed with Meg wrapped in his arms, he couldn’t close his eyes. Not when he was terrified that he was going to open them to discover this night had been nothing more than just another dream.

  For six long months he’d lived with the constant fear that he’d destroyed his chance of happiness with this woman. Now that it wa
s in his grasp, he was afraid to blink in case it all went up in smoke.

  Savoring the warm weight of her pressed against his chest, Dylan nearly missed the faint sound that came from outside.

  Careful not to wake Meg, he eased himself out of bed, pulling on his jeans and grabbing a sweatshirt as he headed into the living room. From there he could easily see the side window of the main house had been pushed open. That’s what had awakened him. The sound of the warped wood rubbing together.

  “Shit.”

  Hastily grabbing a pair of boots he’d left beside the sofa, he headed into the kitchen where he’d taken off his holster and leather jacket when he was cooking dinner. Now he pulled them on and returned to the bedroom to study Meg as she slept in the middle of the bed.

  She looked so peaceful.

  Should he just leave her to sleep while he dealt with the danger? There was no point in worrying her, was there?

  Then, realizing that she might wake up and come in search of him, Dylan forced himself to reach out to lightly touch her shoulder.

  “Meg.”

  She shrugged away his hand. “Later.”

  He leaned down, brushing her thick curls from her face. “Angel, you need to get up and call 9-1-1.”

  He felt her stiffen before she was slowly sitting up, her eyes dazed with confusion. “What’s wrong?”

  “The bastard is in your house.”

  “Oh my God.” She shoved aside the sheet, scrambling out of bed.

  “Get dressed and call the sheriff, but don’t leave this apartment until I return,” Dylan commanded, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips before he was headed toward the door.

  “Dylan, what are you doing?” Meg demanded, her voice still thick with sleep.

  “My job.” He turned to meet her worried expression. “Trust me.”

  Waiting for her reluctant nod, Dylan continued out of the room. He crossed directly toward the door that led outside, careful to make sure it was locked behind him before silently moving down the stairs.