Hot for Santa

by Fox,Cathryn

  Oh fuck, he needed to be inside her.

  Now.

  He hungered for her with an intensity that made him shake.

  “Nick?”

  “Yeah?”

  She swallowed. “Are you okay?”

  “No,” he whispered with effort. He sucked in air, barely able to control himself. The need to ravish her pulled at every fiber of his being and it was all he could do not to dive between her legs, spear her with his cock, and ride her furiously. Jesus H. Christ, he had never been so mad with need before.

  Her body shuddered as his eyes moved over her and her rich sexual scent singed his senses, spurring him on. Crazed with lust, he licked his lips, her honeyed taste still lingering on his tongue.

  Hands shaking, he tapped her thighs, and she read his intent. Fueled by need, she opened her legs wide, offering herself up to him so nicely. Flames flickered in the electric fireplace, the rays dancing over her naked body, and glistening on her pretty pink lips.

  A low tortured growl cut through the silence around them and he worked to leash his control. Moving hastily, he reached into his sack and pulled out a condom. He quickly sheathed himself, then he buried his face in her neck, tasting and inhaling her scent as his cock probed her opening.

  “Nick, please, fuck me.” The sheer need and desperation in her voice stirred every emotion inside him.

  In one quick thrust, Nick pushed his cock all the way up inside her hot tight center, and knew in that instant he’d found heaven. He closed his eyes and savored the sensations.

  She writhed beneath him, begging for more. As need sang though his veins, he began fucking her, long, hard, and deep. She moved with him, both giving and taking and finding an erotic rhythm that nearly rendered them senseless.

  He angled her body for deeper thrusts and in no time at all, Rachel let out a low moan of ecstasy. Her muscles tightened around him and he felt her hot juice drip over his shaft. Breath labored, she whispered, “I need to touch you.”

  Her words wreaked havoc on his senses. “Fuck . . .” he bit out, barely able to move as her hot pussy hugged him tight.

  Nick grabbed the key to the handcuffs, reached up, and unlocked her. She raced her fingers over his body and through his hair, bringing them face-to-face.

  “Nick, baby, are you okay?”

  Unable to speak, he shook his head.

  She brought his mouth to hers. “Come here.” The love he saw shining in her eyes filled him with warmth as they crossed some imaginary line and gave themselves to each other. “It’s time for me to take care of you, the same way you’ve been taking care of me.”

  Take care of him? Fuck, she’d been taking care of him since he’d arrived in Haven, giving him something he’d never had before, and now she was giving herself to him. “Rachel, I . . .” Oh God, he loved her. He loved her so fucking much.

  She pressed her finger to his lips. “Let’s just feel, not think.”

  He nodded, no longer able to speak as a barrage of emotions and physical sensations rushed through him. Nick collapsed onto the pillow beside her and she climbed over him, positioning her legs on either side of his body.

  Eyes full of want, she pulled open her pretty pink lips and impaled herself onto cock, and he damned near lost his mind.

  She began riding him, her beautiful breasts swaying with the movement. As pleasure engulfed him, he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her hard nipples. God, she was so perfect, everything he’d ever wanted and she made him feel the way no other woman had ever made him feel. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel.”

  Desire clouded her eyes and once again she erupted all over him. Her hot cream singed his cock and he bit back a growl, forcing himself to hang on because he needed in some primal, elemental way to mark and claim every inch of her body as his, once and for all.

  Giving her no reprieve, he gripped her hips and flipped her onto her back. Her eyes widened with curiosity and a flurry of emotions passed over her face. “Nick?”

  “Turn around, Rachel.”

  She nodded. The way she trusted him, and so readily handed herself over to him touched him deeply. His heart pounded so hard in his chest he could barely see straight. Nick grabbed a pillow and positioned it under her stomach. He grabbed the flogger and slapped her ass with it, leaving a bright red mark. Her gasp of pleasure told him just how much she liked that. Using the palm of his hand, he stroked her lush cheek, soothing the sting left behind. She wiggled her ass, conveying without words what she wanted.

  He spent a long time treating her ass to a seductive lashing, then reached into his sack and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. She watched him carefully. He put a generous amount on his shaky fingers and then widened her back passage. Her muscles tightened and her breathing deepened.

  Leaning over her, he whispered into her ear. “I need to fuck you everywhere, Rachel.” Jesus, his voice was rustier than a bucket full of nails. “Do you understand that?”

  “Yes, I need you everywhere, too.” He heard the eagerness and need in her tone.

  He eased one finger inside her, teasing her open, stretching her, preparing her for his girth. As he tested her tightness, he sensed she was venturing into unknown territory. “Have you ever done this before?”

  She shook her head. “I’d never trust my body to anyone else the way I trust it to you, Nick.”

  Emotions ripped through him and he needed to connect with her in a way he’d never connected with another. “Rachel,” he whispered, his voice wavering, conveying the depth of his feelings with that one simple word.

  Once he had her prepared, he positioned his cock at her opening and slowly offered her an inch at a time until she got used to the fullness.

  Her fingers curled into the sheets, and a low whimper escaped her lips as she opened her body to him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Better than okay.” She arched upward, taking him all the way inside her. Soon they joined as one, and Nick had no idea where his body stopped and hers began. They began moving in tandem, as fierce possessive need raced through his body.

  With his blood pulsing hot, he reached underneath her and stroked her clit, needing to make this good for her. She moaned in bliss and his cock tightened in response. Oh God, he could barely hang on. Soon Rachel’s erotic whimper filled the room and when her juice poured over his hand, he felt his orgasm take hold. He stilled his movements, leaned over her, and held her tight as he released inside her.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus,” he murmured as he rode out every erotic pulse. He stayed inside her for a long time, not ever wanting to leave the comfort of her body.

  After a long moment, he felt her shift beneath him. Nick eased out of her and moved in beside her on the bed. He gathered her into his arms and held her tight, loving the easy intimacy between them. God, she looked so sexy and rumpled it filled his heart with love. When she smiled up at him, he felt giddy, and suddenly understood what it was like to be a child on Christmas morning.

  “You’re a wild, naughty woman, Rachel. I’m not sure Santa should bring you anything after all.”

  She snuggled in tighter. “Oh, I think Santa has already given me everything I’ve ever wanted.”

  “Everything?” He glanced at his sack of toys.

  She followed the movement and grinned. “Then again, if Santa has any other tricks up his sleeve, or toys in his bag . . .”

  As her beautiful brown eyes glistened with renewed interest, his entire world shifted, and before she could finish her sentence, he silenced her with a kiss, needing to be inside her again. He pulled her tight and over the course of the night took her again and again.

  8

  Rachel had lost count of the times she and Nick had made love throughout the night. Nor did she have any idea what time it was, but she suspected morning would soon be upon them.

  When Nick pulled her impossibly tighter, a surge of love rushed to her heart and she tilted her chin to see him. Everything in the way he touched her, kisse
d her, and made sweet passionate love to her all night long had told her that he was interested in more than a simple Christmas fling, which was the best Christmas present Santa had ever given her. Her heart thudded with longing as she soaked in his warmth.

  “Nick.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I have a confession to make,” she said, not wanting to keep any more secrets from him.

  He angled his body and propped his head onto his palm. “What’s that?” He trailed a finger over her skin and she shivered under his touch.

  “I want to let you know why I’d been acting so strange.”

  His sexy smile made her toes curl. “You? Acting strange? Never . . . ” he teased.

  She crinkled her nose and whacked him. “You see,” she rushed on. “I thought you were gay. I thought you were Mason’s partner. I even made a wish on Grandma’s stone that things were different between us. But after last night, I know you were never gay.”

  Nick let out a long-suffering sigh, and pulled away from her. Unease moved through her as he inched back, taking his heat with him. “What?” she questioned.

  “I have a confession to make, too.”

  When she caught the strange look in his eyes, worry gnawed at her and she had a moment of doubt—about his sexuality and about this being more than a holiday fling. She braced herself. “You do. What?”

  “You see, Rachel, I wanted to see what it was like to be with a woman, but I have to confess, I don’t really have a taste for it.”

  Rachel’s eyes opened wide and she sat up straight in the bed. Her sheets pooled around her waist and, suddenly feeling very exposed, she quickly grabbed them to cover herself up. “You’ve got to be kidding me?”

  Nick laughed out loud, ripped the sheets from her body, and pulled her back to him. “Hell yeah, I’m kidding you.”

  She whacked him again and let out a relieved breath. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

  “That’s what you get for pretending you never knew me.” He furrowed his brow. “Although I must say, I still can’t figure out why you did that.”

  “I guess I have another confession to make. I was crooning to my mother about this guy named Nick that I met at work, so when Mason showed up with you, I didn’t want her to know you and the man I was already half in love with were one in the same.”

  His eyes darkened; his nostrils flared. “You were already half in love with me?” His fingers bit into her skin and the intensity in his gaze nearly robbed her of her next breath. “So now are you going to tell everyone that?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  He gave her a perplexed look. “No?”

  “No, I’m going to tell them that I’m completely and utterly in love with you.”

  Warmth and passion moved over his eyes and a flurry of emotions pressed against her heart. “Just like I’m completely and utterly in love with you, Rachel. And I plan on telling anyone who will listen.” He pulled her in close for a soul-searching kiss, and Rachel could hardly believe she’d found a man who was sweet, compassionate, and loving. A man who put her needs before his own. A man who loved her as much as she loved him.

  As her body began sizzling with need, she broke the kiss and whispered softly into his mouth, “I’m pretty sure my mother already knows, and I’m sure that’s why she suggested we play Santa and Mrs. Claus, so we could figure a few things out for ourselves.”

  Nick laughed. “Actually, I’m pretty sure we were the last to know.”

  Rachel shook her head and chuckled. “Somehow this has to be all Mason’s fault.”

  His passion-imbued eyes moved over her body and a savage sound rose up from his throat. Heat flooded her pussy. Nick swallowed, dropped a soft kiss onto her mouth and said, “Seriously, Rachel. I do have a confession to make.”

  With that, Nick climbed from the bed. Her lascivious gaze went from his tight backside to the video camera set up in the corner. Her pulse kicked up a notch, and her jaw dropped open.

  “You didn’t?”

  He gave her a wickedly delicious grin. “Oh yeah, I did.”

  “How? Why?”

  He turned the video on and the television screen filled with images of the two of them making love.

  “Because you have other fetishes that we need to explore.”

  “Ohmigod,” she whispered. “How did you know?”

  Nick cocked his head. “Santa sees all, Rachel. In fact, he keeps a list. And Santa knows just how naughty you really are, and just how much you like watching.”

  Her heart leaped with excitement. She purposely wiggled her toes at him as she patted the mattress beside her. “Is that right? Maybe you should tell me what else Santa knows?”

  He climbed into the bed beside her, pulled her close and said, “I think Santa should show you instead.”

  Afterword

  Thank You!

  Thank you so much for reading, Hot for Santa. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I loved writing it. Be sure to read on for a sneak peak at Seaside Seduction, book one in the Sun Stroked series.

  Interested in leaving a review? Please do! Reviews help readers connect with books that work for them. I appreciate all reviews, whether positive or negative.

  Happy Reading,

  Cathryn

  Seaside Seduction

  Danielle Carrigan would gladly give up her fantasy of ever joining the mile-high club if the frigging plane would just make it to the ground safely. Not that she could join the club with her two best girlfriends and one female pilot on board, however. She’d definitely need a man for that scandalous initiation.

  But still…

  Truthfully, at twenty-eight she was too young to die, plus she hadn’t done enough good deeds lately to warrant an early pass through the Pearly Gates.

  Danielle pinched her eyes shut as the old Cessna tumbled them around like a load of laundry. “Remind me again why we’re doing this,” she said to her best friend, Lauren Sampson.

  “We’re doing this because we all need a vacation,” Lauren reminded her, patting Danielle’s leg in a placating manner, which did little to pacify her under the circumstances. Dammit, she hated flying, especially in a pissant, four-seat aircraft with less horsepower than her Honda Civic. “Now relax. We’re almost there,” Lauren added.

  With her fingernails digging into the upholstered seat, Danielle pried her eyes open and chanced a glance at Lauren. Suddenly, flying in a small commuter plane to a private island in the South Pacific didn’t seem like her ideal vacation destination. What the hell had she been thinking?

  Sitting poolside at a Sandals resort with a menagerie of cabana boys catering to her every sinful need. Yes. Flying to the ‘O Spa’ on a Cessna 172 Skyhawk with an engine the size of her old Singer sewing machine. No.

  With a nod toward the cockpit, Lauren added in a hushed tone—well, as hushed as she could be and still be heard over the ungodly clatter of the engine, “And we’re doing it for her.”

  Oh, yeah, now Danielle remembered. One last ‘girls only vacation’ at the luxurious singles spa—a magical spa where fantasies were known to come true—before Abby Benton got engaged. A vacation that, if they were all lucky, they’d walk away from with their deepest desires fulfilled. And maybe, just maybe, Abby would see that her deepest desire wasn’t to marry Artie Drummond. Too bad everyone knew it but her.

  As for Danielle, well, she just wanted to get laid. Plain and simple. Danielle glanced at the brochure in Lauren’s hand and read the boldface inscription: The ‘O Spa’, Oasis of Pleasure.

  She really hoped that ‘O’ stood for orgasm instead of oasis. Because her deepest desire was to find a man who knew how to take charge of her pleasures and give her exactly what she wanted.

  A shiver of desire pulsed through her body, and the convulsions in her pussy reminded her exactly how long it had been since she’d felt a man between her legs. Then again, that shiver could have more to do with the way the plane cut through the turbulence like an injured eagle an
d less to do with wanting to play out her secret fetishes.

  From the front seat, Abby twisted around and smiled at them both. After seeing the relaxed look on her friend’s face, Danielle gathered her bravado and, for Abby’s sake, presented an outwardly calm demeanor. Danielle was, after all, the one who had convinced the girls to shut down their interior design boutique for two weeks and take off to the exclusive resort smack-dab in the middle of the Pacific. To a place where real planes didn’t even fly.

  She resisted the urge to slap her forehead. Obviously it would require her to yank her fingers off the seat, and that she wasn’t about to do. From where she sat in the cockpit, Abby’s face lit with euphoria as she angled her head to glance out the pilot’s window. Even facing an impending fiery death, Danielle smiled as she watched her friend’s blue eyes glow with excitement.

  Everyone knew Abby’s soon-to-be-fiancé was all wrong for her. Okay, not exactly everyone. Abby truly believed her deepest desire was to marry Artie, a man who fit right into her ‘life’s plan’. College, career, a husband by the time she was thirty, followed by a nice little house in suburbia. But seriously, how could Danielle, or even Lauren, just come right out and tell her they thought her boyfriend was a reserved, emotionally distant workaholic and she deserved someone who appreciated her? Someone who wasn’t afraid to show his passion, despite Abby’s belief that no such man existed.

  With any luck during their vacation, Abby would let her hair down, get seduced by their exotic location and forget she was a good girl with a mapped-out future. Then maybe she’d indulge in a wild, no-holds-barred affair with a man who wasn’t afraid to unleash his passion, and show her that Arctic Artie—as Danielle like to call him—was far from husband material.

  A sudden gust of wind caused the plane to seesaw, gaining her focus. Danielle cringed and dug her fingernails in deeper. Drawing on her yoga relaxation techniques, she breathed deeply, in through the nose, out through the mouth.