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

by Randi Alexander

  Resting on the remaining pillow, she listened to the raging water as it filled the tub. When it stopped, Chris came out and scooped her up as if she weighed no more than a feather and carried her into the bathroom. Stepping into the water, he sat with her on his lap.

  Nuzzling her ear with his nose, he asked, “Can I bathe you?”

  Turning around to see his face, she ran her fingers through his hair, pushing the wayward curl away from his forehead, noting the purplish tone around his cut. Her eyes dropped to his lips. The desire to kiss him was back again in full force.

  Clearing her throat, she answered him. “Please do.”

  Picking up the complementary bar of soap, he dipped it into the water, pulled it out and began to lather his hands. He set the soap down, then started with her fingers and worked his way up her arms. When he got to her shoulders, he paused and massaged the muscles around her neck. Her back was next and then he added more suds to his hands before they came around to her breasts.

  “I’ve wanted to tell you all night, you have the most beautiful breasts. High, full with the largest blackberry nipples begging to be suckled.” He talked and cleaned.

  His hands were slippery as they molded and shaped each breast, squeezing her nipples until they pursed with distinction.

  Her temperature was beginning to rise again. It amazed her. She had already climaxed twice and would have thought she was well sated. However, being around Chris kept her in a horny state. If she didn’t watch it, she might miss him when he was gone.

  Adding more suds to his hands, he continued them on their path, moving down to her stomach, dipping into her navel then he had her sex in his hand. Fingering her just enough to clean, but not enough to take her over the edge. Pushing her forward, he trailed his other hand down her spine and guided his hand between her ass cheeks for the second time that night.

  Amber tensed slightly, expecting him to slip inside as he’d done earlier, but he didn’t.

  “Your round ass can bring a man to the point of coming by just looking at it.”

  She found herself speechless, not knowing how to answer declarations of admiration. She wasn’t used to them.

  “Did you like when I touched you here before…Mistress?” His soapy finger stroked the ultra sensitive skin of her tight opening.

  Only Chris could make her feel weak and in control at the same time.

  She glanced over her shoulder at him, and answered honestly, “It was different.”

  His voice rumbled as he fondled her again, this time breaching the opening with the tip of his finger.

  She couldn’t help arching her back a little toward the wicked invasion.

  “Sometimes different can be, oh, so good.” His speech sounded pressured as he removed his hand.

  Amber felt the absence.

  Chris rinsed her body then pulled her back into the circle of his arms as he parted his legs, allowing her to settle between them.

  Chapter Three

  “Tell me about your wife.” Amber finished washing him and rested her head on his shoulder, as she played with the fingers of his left hand. She was captivated by the contrast of their skin—one brown, one pale.

  Her gaze locked on the imprint on his third finger causing her heart to thumb hard behind her ribs.

  He was quiet. She could feel his heart beating against her back, his tempo slower than hers.

  Her heart sank. It was too late to turn back the clock of the night they were beyond the point of no return. “I thought you said you weren’t married?”

  Silence stretched on; then he spoke. “My wife is dead.”

  “How?” Sadness for his loss ate at her.

  “Ovarian cancer.” There was a melancholy tone to his words.

  “With today’s technology and modern medicine?” It was hard to keep the shock out of her voice.

  “The thing about my wife was that she didn’t like doctors or hospitals. So when she began feeling poorly she ran to health food stores and herbal healers for the cure.” His words were smooth and even, without pause.

  “The right herbs have been known to cure almost anything,” she said softly in keeping with the atmosphere he had set.

  He gave a humorless chuckle as he brushed her hair away from the side of her face with his chin. “Not when you don’t know what the problems is.” He sighed. “By the time we found out, it was too late.”

  They sat quietly in the tub, their cocoon away from the outside world.

  Amber was the first to speak. “You must have loved her a lot.”

  “It was one of those innocent kinds of love. Deep love grows over time.” He fell silent again for a moment. “We were only married for four months before she started getting sick. The weeks before she died, I became her caretaker and nurse…her guardian to watch over her in the night more than her husband.”

  She couldn’t imagine what it was like to watch someone she loved die. She touched the imprint still evident on his ring finger. “It must have been recent?”

  “One year.”

  Abruptly she swung around and looked at him. “Why is the mark of the band still fresh?”

  Sliding her hair behind her ear, he admitted, “Because it’s only been a month since I decided it was time for me to stop mourning and start living again.” His gaze was intense.

  Amber knew what he meant. She hadn’t been grieving the loss of a spouse, but the loss of herself. That’s why she was here at this moment with Chris. Living.

  “So, tell me about your husband.”

  There was no reason for her to glance down at her hand and see if she still had an imprint; she knew she didn’t. Applying lotion to her hands frequently every day had taken care of that deformity. “What makes you think I’m married?”

  “Your eyes. Even when I’d only seen them in the glow of your taillights, I could see the hurt.”

  “Hmm,” her only response to his observation.

  “What happened?” He kissed the curve of her shoulder, as the thumb of his right hand brushed the underside of her breast.

  Settling more comfortably into him, she sighed. “We were married for four years. He went away for work, came back with a life that didn’t involve me.”

  “Ouch.” His tongue swiped across the skin of her shoulder.

  For the first time she didn’t feel the pain; she even chuckled a little. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. During the four years of our marriage, I did everything he asked of me. Including giving up my career, my dreams, and my life.”

  He tweaked her nipple. “You loved him.”

  “He was my first. Aren’t you supposed to love your first?” She arched into the hand cupping her breast.

  “Sometimes we think we do, then find out it was just infatuation with the idea of love.” He dragged his tongue along the side of her neck.

  Her arousal returned. Even the subtle lapping of the water on her skin was heightening her desire. Chris was reacting in the same way. The firm length of his cock pressed along her spine. “How would a person know the difference?”

  “Freedom.” His breath was moist as it tickled the shell of her ear. “Love has no respect of person. It makes you free to give and receive.”

  His words struck a chord inside of her. If there had truly been love between her and Doug, how could he have belittled her? Even worse, why did she take it? She didn’t have an answer to that but in her heart she was glad it was over.

  Facing him, she noticed the head of his cock sticking out of the water. Grasping it with her hand, she stroked the extent of his erection. “I made a vow to myself that I was going to get back everything I was denied.”

  Caressing her breast with both hands, he asked, “Tonight is about which denial?”

  Renegotiating their legs, she straddled his hips while still holding him in her hand. “Pleasure. I’m reclaiming my pleasure.”

  One side of his mouth lifted in a lopsided smile. “What is it you want at this moment…Mistress?”

  The
way he paused every time before saying her nickname caused the walls of her sex to clench in response. “To take you inside of me and ride you. Fast and hard.” She positioned his tip next to her opening.

  “You read my—”

  His words were cut off as she began sliding down his length.

  He was so thick she didn’t know how much of him she could take. She felt stretched.

  Chris lifted her, sliding out of her wet heat then pushed upward sheathing himself back inside of her warmth. “Ahh, hell, Amber, you’re so fucking tight.”

  “It’s just…as much your…size…as it is me.” She was panting. Rotating her hips, she lowered herself further down his length.

  “That’s it.” He pressed her forward and covered one of her breasts with his mouth.

  “Chris!” she shouted as he suckled her breast.

  Drawing on it, he stroked her nipple inside his mouth with the center of his tongue. Pulling back, he circled and flicked it. Giving it the same attentive treatment he’d shown to her clit. He alternated from one stiff peak to the other as she rode him. Up and down. Fast and hard, like she’d promised.

  The water sloshed over the side of the porcelain edge as she picked up her pace. The sensations were too much. Even though she desired to hold off, she knew she was tottering on the brink. Her walls squeezed him. Gripped him. Begged for completion.

  As if knowing what she needed to push her over the edge, Chris rose to meet her down strokes. He nipped at one of her sensitive buds and she was thrown over. Grinding down against him, she buried her face in his neck as she shook and quaked. Chris didn’t stop. He continued pulling his cock in and out of her wet center, clutching her to him.

  On and on he went, gyrating into her beyond the point the water turned cold. Until her sex became binding and quivered toward another orgasm. Forcing his hand between their bodies, he rubbed her clit and she climaxed again. This time taking him with her, his hot seed showering her inside.

  She collapsed on his chest, hearing his heartbeat echo hers.

  “Amber, darling, I do believe our water has gone cold,” Chris informed her once they’d come down from ecstasy’s high.

  “Brilliant. You’re absolutely brilliant,” she whispered, still in a daze.

  Chris grunted when his sensitive flesh slid from her body as she rose and stepped out of the tub. “Is that all I am?” There was a cocky lilt to his voice.

  She grabbed a pristine white folded towel off the rack and wrapped it around her body. Her body was sore, but she felt more alive than she had in the last four years combined. “Are you spent?”

  He unplugged the stopper in the tub then stood. “I do believe that I have a few more rounds left in me…Mistress.”

  This time she winked at him. “Then meet me in the bedroom and I’ll thank you properly for also being attentive, passionate and talented.” She sashayed out of the bathroom then turned to look at him.

  Chris grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist and followed her. “I can also be thorough.”

  Snatching back the cover and revealing the eggshell colored sheets, Amber flounced on the bed, giving him a pointed look. “That remains to be seen.”

  “Be careful what you ask for…Mistress.” He dropped his towel, showing his growing erection. “You just might get it.”

  She opened her towel, exposing her nudity. “Oh, really?”

  “Yes, really.” He took a step closer to her. “I can be thorough in ways you have yet to imagine.”

  Reaching out, she touched the tip of his rising cock and watched it twitch in response. Smiling, she caught his gaze and patted the bed beside her. “Lie down, Chris, and I’ll show you how thorough my talents can be.”

  Chris stretched out on the sheet, resting his head on the pillow.

  Crawling up onto the bed, she sat at his waist. “Feel free to hold onto the headboard if you need to.”

  Before he could respond, Amber took his cock, now fully extended, in hand. Leaning in, she opened her mouth wide and took his tip inside. She heard Chris gasp a sharp intake of breath as she sucked and drew hard on the tip of his dick. Sliding her tongue down the slit, she tasted his pre-come. Pulling back, she circled the crown, then down the side of his cock. Finding his heavy sac, her hand fondled it as she licked him up and down his length.

  Chris cursed, groaned, and rotated his hips into the mattress.

  Amber hummed along his length, showing him how much she enjoyed it, just as he had done to her. Finally, taking him into her mouth, she relaxed her throat, consuming as much of him as she could. She didn’t fool herself that she’d be able to accept all of him, he was too large. Flexing her cheeks, she drew on him, pulling him in and out.

  “Amber…” Chris palmed her head as he pumped into her mouth. “Come here, baby, I need—” His words broke off as he groaned. He took deep, cleansing breaths, then continued, “you.”

  She paused.

  “Don’t stop,” he begged her. Grabbing her legs, Chris swung her on top of him. Her hips leveled over his face.

  Never having been in this position before, Amber learned quickly to understand the mechanics of the way things would work. Fisting Chris’ cock, she sucked him back into her mouth, her head bobbing as she deep throated his long length continuously.

  Chris didn’t waste time in joining in the oral play. First he kissed the center of both of her thighs and then started tonguing her. He licked her heated wetness.

  They were in unison. As she sucked on his crown, he pulled her clit in his mouth. If she licked his thick shaft from base to tip, he licked her between her swollen lips past her ass. When she tongued his slit, he did the same to her. In and out until she ground her wet sex against his face, as she aggressively pumped her fist up and down, drawing him into her mouth.

  When they were both close to release, she stopped. It was harder to coax Chris to release her. He tasted her with so much zest, proving that he enjoyed it as much as she did.

  “Chris, I want you,” she moaned. She was starting to quiver. She didn’t want to come until Chris was buried deep inside of her.

  He let her go.

  She moved up beside him. Chris held her face in his hands. “Tell me what you want, Amber.”

  At that moment, all became clear. She knew what she wanted. “Chris, I want you inside of me. I want you to hold me…pretend that you care.”

  He began to speak, but she stopped him placing a hand over his lips.

  Rolling her onto her back, Chris settled between her thighs. His tip nudged her opening. Slowly he slid inside.

  Not wanting him to hold back, she told him, “I want all of you, Chris.”

  Hooking her thighs over his forearms, he pushed them up to her shoulders, spreading her wide.

  “Are you sure?”

  Blue eyes met brown ones.

  “Yes.”

  He pulled out, until only his crown rested inside. With one strong thrust forward, he seated himself to the hilt inside of her.

  She screamed, fully impaled by Chris’s cock. She felt whole, complete. “More, Chris,” she cried out.

  And he gave her more.

  Digging his knees into the mattress, he plowed into her repeatedly. “Amber…you’re so small and tight. I can’t stop,” his words strained.

  “Don’t stop.”

  Over and over, he slammed into her, pulling out as the wet fist of her sex sucked him back in. She held on to him, her fingers biting deep into his shoulders.

  He grabbed her ass, lifted her hips toward his thrust as if pleading with her to take more of him in. Her bare, slick lips cupped his shaft as she rotated her hips, grinding her clit against his groin. The sensation was good. Damn good.

  “That’s good…baby, do it again.” Chris put her exact feelings into words.

  Lifting her ass, he held her snugly to him as Amber moved her hips, pressing herself against him. They moved together in unison, in sync. Both giving and taking from each other.

  Amber felt
the telltale signs of her core surging toward an orgasm. Her body became tense and focused, her stomach contracted, her thighs began to shake and her rhythm became erratic. All of her senses focused on one goal. But she didn’t want to come alone. She wanted Chris with her. Wanted to complete this night’s journey with him.

  “Chris…come…with me.” Her sex throbbed and tightened even more around him. “Please…Chris.”

  “Always, my…Mistress. Always.”

  Those words brought her to her release. As promised, Chris slammed into her one last time and climaxed deep inside of her.

  Amber didn’t know at what point the tears started, but they were there. Streaming down her face uncontrollably.

  Hearing her, Chris leaned back, brushed the water off her face and met her liquid gaze. Maybe it was from the earth shattering orgasm or because Chris had given her a part of herself back tonight. Whatever the reason, Amber didn’t think, she responded. Lifting her head, she placed her lips on his and kissed him.

  Without pause, he kissed her back in a deep tongue-sucking kiss. Their mouths became one as their bodies remained joined at the hip. He slid his tongue along the inside of her lips, causing her mouth to tingle. Their hands tangled in hair as they held each other in place, wanting no separation.

  He nibbled across her bottom lip and licked its fullness. Sliding back into her mouth, he tasted her again. Amber was not idle. Her tongue dueled with his, sliding between his lips.

  The kiss was both ravenous and sensual, a completion to a night of memories.

  They broke apart, their breathing heavy—panting.

  Giving her one final kiss, Chris withdrew from her body. Pressing her back to his chest, he enfolded her in the circle of his arms and held her.

  Reaching over to the nightstand, he turned off the light and pulled the covers over them. They spoke in hushed tones through the night, holding each other close until they drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Four

  “Chris…” Amber slowly began to awake with the feel of a hand caressing her breast, fingers tugging her nipples. “What are you doing?” Amber snuggled her behind closer to the warmth aligning her back. The full extent of his arousal was evident as he pressed his hips against her.