Page 24 of Enduring Christmas

"I know," she finally whispered. "I want this too."

This time when he took her mouth, using his tongue to part her lips. He played with her tongue. When she stroked his back, he moaned low in his throat. Her fingers tangled in his hair, as though trying to pull his mouth even closer to hers.

Against her lips, he whispered, "you feel so damn perfect. And I don't ever want to let you go," he trailed kisses down her neck. "Never going to let you go."

He leaned over her, his hands busy, with her torso, running up and down her sides, grazing her soft mounds, devouring her mouth with his.

"My head is dancing on a cloud, Luke. I'm not sure I'll even survive more of this," she laughed.

"Don't worry, Sweets. I'm CPR-certified."

"Luke," she whispered.

"Lover," he responded, his eyes locking with hers.

"Yes," she said on a breathy sigh.

He grinned smiling down at her before he took her mouth again rolling the top of her until his body covered hers. His lips on her neck, her ear, her temple, and her mouth again, always looking for a better, even deeper taste of her. When he broke away for a moment she said, "come back here."

"I knew you'd be a demanding lover," he said ripping his shirt over his head.

"That's me. Anyways hungry for more of what I like."

"So, you like me now?"

She ran her nails over his tight abs. "I'll tell you in the morning."

He chuckled. "Your body will tell me tonight." As if to prove his point, he lifted the hem her shirt, sliding his hand along her soft belly, relishing the fine tremors beneath his fingertips. She was so responsive. He needed to be inside her, coaxing, learning how she wanted to be loved.

"That feels good, lover."

Lucas smiled down at her taking full advantage of these vulnerable moments. She moaned against his lips, her urgency to touch him felt so good it pained him. He couldn't touch, taste, feel, and love her enough. Xenobia's eager fingers caressed, explored, marked his skin, and trailed down his seat covered back.

"Your body, I want to lick you everywhere."

Hell, Luke almost bit his tongue. This response from her had him hard in an instant but he was determined to move slowly even though her body felt tight with needy determination.

"Glad you approve," he said, pulling a condom from the nightstand.

"Wait," she said, pushing at his chest.

Luke stilled. Was he moving too fast? She answered his question seconds later. Her top, jeans, and undergarments went flying.

"Too much stuff between us."

No fast enough for the lady. "I was getting to that."

She smiled. "Now, you don't have to."

Crafted for a man, her body, lush, and curvy was a fantasyland. Large, real breasts, tapered full waist, and thick hips built for making love. A thousand images of them together flashed in his mind. He would never tire of pleasuring this woman. Luke didn't think it possible, but he got harder.

Xenobia reached down between them and stroked his manhood. "Don't keep me waiting."

"Never," he assured her.

Positioning himself between her spread legs, he leaned over her, grabbed the headboard with one hand and pushed forward. He'd found heaven on earth. Tight, wet, and his. As long as he lived, he'll never forget the softening of his woman's face and the satisfied sigh that slipped from her lips.

"Oh," she wiggled her hips, "you feel so good, Luke."