A Maine Christmas...or Two by J.S. Scott and Cali MacKay

sides of his head and tilted his gaze to her. He stared into her gorgeous blue eyes, his vision clearing as she said sternly, “Look at me. Don’t look anywhere else. Focus on me.”
    Her concerned, compassionate, beautiful face turned the world upright again, and his hungry gaze looked at nothing but her. Suddenly, everything else faded, and there was nothing but Emily.
    Walking backward, she took his hands and led him into the room, her eyes never leaving his. Grady didn’t even notice where she was taking him until she halted at the edge of dance floor.
    “I need you to dance with me, Grady. I need you to touch me. Can you do that?” she asked in a fuck-me-right-now sultry voice.
    She needs me.
    All Emily had to do was say that she needed him, and he snapped to attention. If she needed, he was going to provide. He wrapped his arms around her with a masculine sigh, his body relaxing as he felt her warm, curvy body mold itself against him, making everything right with the world. Closing his eyes, he inhaled against her temple, the silky strands of her hair caressing his cheek, her warm breath hitting his neck in comforting puffs of air.
    “Emily,” he mumbled incoherently, every nuance that was uniquely her enfolding him as she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his upper back and the nape of his neck. There was no better feeling than holding this woman in his arms. The Christmas music was even louder here, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t care about the crowd of people he didn’t know or what they were thinking. There was only Emily and the way she fit perfectly against his body.
    She didn’t ask what was wrong; she just held onto him, clung to him, sinking into him like they’d been doing this forever, and Grady savored it. He moved to the rhythm of the music automatically, and Emily followed, the two of them lost in their own little world.
    The songs changed, but they still danced, Emily finally tilting her head and whispering to him, “Okay now?”
    Grady opened his eyes and looked around him. Some people were looking at him curiously, but mostly all he could see was people genuinely enjoying themselves. The kids were squealing over their presents, showing them off to one another. And the adults were laughing jovially and talking, gathered together in groups around the food tables. Somehow…he was able to see everything as an adult, and it was just…a party. It was a gathering of people who truly seemed to be having a great time in the company of people they actually liked . There wasn’t a designer gown or tuxedo anywhere in the room, and these were not the same people who had humiliated him in the past.
    “Yeah,” he answered gruffly. “Yeah, I am okay.” How could he not be absolutely fantastic when he was holding the most gorgeous woman in the room, a woman so warm and sweet that he wanted nothing more than to devour her? “Thanks,” he added quietly.
    She tilted her head back to look at him with a naughty smile. “No need to thank me. I wanted to dance with the most handsome guy in the room.”
    Grady grinned. “And you think that’s me, huh?”
    “I know it is.” She winked at him and smiled.
    His cock was already hard enough to split diamonds just from holding her. Unable to grow any more engorged, it twitched eagerly, making him swallow a groan. There was nothing he wanted more than to bury himself to the hilt inside Emily and never leave her heat. Dropping his hands to her lower back, he nudged her against him. “I want you so badly I can hardly breathe,” he admitted, not caring who heard him.
    Her expression turned beautifully aroused, her eyes heated as she glanced back at him longingly. “Kiss me,” she demanded breathlessly.
    “I’m afraid,” Grady answered, falling further under her spell.
    “Why?”
    “I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to stop.” He craved this woman more than oxygen, and his need for her was nearly staggering.
    He felt her body trembling, and he