White Hot Holidays 18: Jessamyn's Christmas Gift Read online

  Tears ran down her cheeks and she swiped at them. “You should have seen your face.”

  He unfastened his gun belt and laid it carefully across a chair before pulling the tails of his shirt out of his pants. “You should have seen yours. I guess you didn’t realize I’d put in an alarm system.” He unbuttoned his khaki shirt and tossed it aside.

  “I guess I didn’t,” she chuckled. “I think I frightened your deputy.” She took a deep breath, released her desperate hold on her legs and sat back.

  Caleb scowled. He hadn’t liked the other man getting such an eyeful of Jessamyn’s charms. “I don’t think frightened is the word. He won’t say anything.”

  She bit her lower lip and stared up at him, her sexy chocolate brown eyes were suddenly filled with trepidation. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. He knows what would happen to him if a single word of this leaked out.”

  “Oh, lord. I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life.” Sighing, she rubbed her hands up and down her arms as if cold. “I wanted this to be romantic.”

  “Is that all it’s meant to be or does it mean more?” This time he wasn’t taking any chance of misinterpreting her actions.

  Kneeling up on the carpet, she gazed at him, her eyes serious. “What it means is that you were right. I was lying to myself and to you.” She looked away, staring into the fire as if seeking guidance in its depths.

  Caleb forced himself to stay where he was when every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to go and claim her. But this was too important to leave to chance. He had to be sure.

  “I love you.” She swiveled back around to face him. “And if it’s not too late, I want a chance at a relationship with you.” Her hands rested palm up on her thighs and her hair tumbled down behind her shoulders. She’d lowered her defenses, leaving herself wide open and vulnerable to him.

  Fisting his hands in his white T-shirt, he yanked it over his head and dropped it to the floor. Her eyes never left him as he finished stripping off his clothes. His cock was fully erect as he faced her, just as naked and vulnerable as she’d made herself. “I love you, Jessamyn. I have for a long time now.” He knelt down next to her on the rug. “But now, I want to unwrap my present.”

  Jessamyn released the breath she’d been holding as joy filled her. She forgot all about her embarrassment and insecurities as Caleb knelt next to her. Her next breath caught in her throat at the tenderness that filled his face as he looked at her. He really did love her. It was reflected back at her when she gazed into his amber eyes.

  His finger traced the fur that dipped between her breasts. “Is this new? I like it.”

  She shivered as he slipped a finger into one of the cups and stroked her nipple. “Yes. I bought it a few weeks ago.”

  “Wrapped up so very pretty. And all mine.” His possessive tone had rivers of desire flowing through her veins. She might be a modern, independent woman, but there was something primitive about Caleb that appealed to her on a very basic level.

  His hand continued to trace a path across the slippery satin, which suddenly felt so tight that she could hardly breathe. “I love your body, Jessamyn.” He molded her breast with his palm before sliding his rough fingers down over her belly.

  “My hips are too wide and my thighs are too big.” The words hadn’t even left her mouth when she groaned and tried to turn away from him.

  He tumbled her back onto the rug and settled himself between her legs. “You’re absolutely perfect. You were made for fucking, sweetheart. Your hips and thighs are made to cradle a man while he pumps his cock into your hot, tight cunt. And you are hot, Jessamyn.” He ground his erection into her mound and she couldn’t stifle a moan of desire. “I’ll bet your pussy is soaked with your cream. If I touched you, my fingers would get wet. Wouldn’t they?”

  “Yes,” she hissed as he flexed his hips, rubbing his hardness over her satin-covered core.

  Caleb cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as he leaned down and kissed her. There was passion in his kiss, but she could taste something else as well and knew it was love. There was no mistaking the depth of his feelings for her as his mouth slanted over hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth again and again until they were both breathless.

  Groaning, he tore his lips from hers and sat back on his heels. Even at rest, his body looked powerful and she raised her hands, needing to touch him. She could feel the muscles of his chest ripple beneath her fingers as she moved them lower, getting ever closer to his arousal.

  He wrapped his hands around her waist and then slid them under her body. He froze when his fingers met bare flesh. “Turn over and let me see the back of this outfit.”

  Jessamyn rolled over and could feel the heat of his gaze on her bare bottom. His fingers cupped and shaped the white mounds of flesh. “I love your ass.” He traced the thin band of the thong where it disappeared into the crease of her behind. “Come up on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind.”

  Coming up onto her hands and knees, she arched her behind toward him. Her breasts felt heavy and they ached where her nipples rubbed against the material. She could feel Caleb kneeling behind her, felt the brush of his cock against her bottom as he leaned over her and cupped her breasts in his hands. Peeling down the bodice, he released her breasts from their confinement and she cried out her relief. He captured her nipples with his fingers, pinching them gently at first and then slightly harder as she pleaded for more. She pushed her ass against his hard length, needing him inside her.

  “Caleb,” she gasped. “I want you.”

  He pinched her nipples, stopping just short of his caress being painful. “You want me to do what?”

  Jessamyn was almost out of her mind with need, but she knew what he wanted. “Fuck me, Caleb. Do it hard. Now”

  He released her breasts and knelt back between her spread thighs. She heard the telltale sound of a foil packet being ripped open, but she stopped him. “I’m on the Pill.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I want to feel every inch of you inside me.” She shuddered, imagining the sensation of them being skin to skin.

  She jumped when his hand came down sharply on her behind, the action startling her more than it hurt her. He did it again, this time smacking the other cheek. His hands covered her behind, massaging the tingling flesh. She could feel the heat as the blood rushed to the area. Groaning, she pushed her behind into his hands. “Now, Caleb.”

  He yanked at the snap and she felt the fabric fall away. His hands clasped her waist as he inserted just the tip of his cock inside her. “I love you, Jessamyn.” He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt. Pulling almost all the way out, he thrust forward again.

  Jessamyn timed his strokes, pushing backward every time he plunged forward. He wrapped one arm around her waist and reached down to cup her mound with the other. Sifting his fingers through her pubic hair, he found her swollen clit and began to stroke it with every thrust.

  Her breasts swung free, but her body was still tightly encased in the teddy. The feeling was incredibly sensual. She could feel every hard inch of him as he plunged deeper and harder. Her inner muscles were clutching desperately at him and she knew she was close. She could feel his balls smack against her pussy with every stroke.

  “I’m coming,” she cried. His strokes got even faster as he hammered his hips against her ass. Her vaginal muscles squeezed tight as she came. Tipping back her head, she closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. Caleb yelled as his arms tightened around her and she could feel the hot gush of semen deep in her core as he came. That set off another wave of spasms.

  She slumped forward and Caleb lowered them both to the rug. Jessamyn could feel his heart pounding against her back and knew it matched the driving rhythm of her own. His lips kissed the curve of her spine as he sat back and pulled his semi-erect cock from her body. Her inner muscles spasmed around him, trying to keep him inside her, making both of t
hem moan.

  Caleb laughed as he helped her roll over onto her back. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” The gleam in his eye suggested he didn’t mind one little bit.

  “You spanked me,” she narrowed her eyes accusingly.

  “You can’t call two love taps a spanking. Do you have any idea what could have happened if I hadn’t been one of the responding officers this evening?” His big body shuddered as he lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms. “It’s bad enough that my deputy got an eyeful of you.” He levered himself up over her. “You do anything like that again and I just might spank you for real.” He lay back down and settled her in his arms again.

  “Promises. Promises.” She nipped at his chest. He might be growling and threatening, but Jessamyn felt perfectly content. She knew that this man would never do anything to intentionally harm her in any way, either physically or emotionally. Besides, once again, she’d been surprised by the reaction to his two “love taps” as he called them. The heat and tingling sensation in her bottom had sent heat flooding to her pussy. The pleasure had been incredible. She definitely wanted to try that again sometime.

  He cupped her head and tilted up her chin until she was drowning in the amber glow of his eyes. He brushed her hair out of her eyes and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I got what I wanted for Christmas. It might have taken an extra year, but it was well worth the wait. It’s a gift I’ll always cherish. Thank you, Jessamyn.”

  Reaching up, she cupped her cheek in his hand. He turned his face toward it, placing a kiss in the center of her palm. “I think we both got what we wanted for Christmas, Caleb.”

  He lowered his mouth toward her and as he softly kissed her lips, Jessamyn knew she’d gotten a present that would last for many, many years to come.

  About the Author

  N. J. Walters had a mid-life crisis at a fairly young age, gave notice after ten years at her job on a Friday, received a tentative acceptance for her first novel, Annabelle Lee, on the following Sunday.

  Happily married for over seventeen years to the love of her life, with his encouragement and support she gave up the job of selling books for the more pleasurable job of writing them. A voracious reader of romances of all kinds, she now spends her days writing, reading and reviewing books. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to do it.

  N.J. Walters welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Avenue, Akron, OH 44310-3502.

  Also by N.J. Walters

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  Dalakis Passion: Harker’s Journey

  Dalakis Passion: Lucian’s Delight

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