Blue Christmas by Taylor Lee Page B

The knowledge only ratcheted his own desire higher. Damn, if he didn’t get inside of her, and soon, he was going to come in his trousers.
    Nuzzling against her ear, his voice was deep, rough. He groaned, “I need you, Tiffany. I need you now.”
    His voice was thick with lust. He unzipped his trousers and released is straining erection.
    Tiffany’s eyes widened, “Oh my God, Brady. You are… you are beautiful. Splendid. Let me… may I touch you?”
    Brady groaned a mix of lust and pain. “God, yes, darlin’. Please. I’m hungry for your touch. And then Tiffany, I need to come in you.”
    Clearly, she was stunned at his size. He doubted that she had ever had such a big man. And he knew from touching her, that she was tight. That it had likely been some time since she’d had a lover. But the sensations clamoring inside him couldn’t be ignored. He was hungry for her.
    “Tiffany, I can’t wait for a bed.”
    Tossing a pillow on the floor, he gently laid her down. Kneeling, he moved between her legs.
    “Open for me, Tiffany. Spread your legs, darlin’. Wider, honey. Yeah, like that. Just like that .”
    He nudged her legs further apart and with one hand ripped open the foil packet and sheathed himself. Pressing against her entrance he groaned.
    “Damn, Tiffany. You’re tight. Fuck, baby. I don’t want to hurt you—”
    She cried out. “No, Brady, no. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop. I want you. I want you so much.”
    He felt a rush of moisture as her body prepared for him. When he moved to enter her, something happened deep inside of him, something that was beyond a physical response. He drove inside of her, knowing that in some primal way, like an animal claiming his mate, he had to have her, all of her. His balls drew tight up against his body. When she cried out as yet another orgasm raced through her in hard shuddering waves, he drove deep, hard, thrusting again and again. When he could go no farther, he exploded, burying himself in her body and roared a wild, hoarse shout that echoed hers.
    Much later, he carried her to her bed, tenderly washing her sweaty body, smiling at her murmurs of gratitude and pleasure. In the middle of the night he woke and found himself wrapped around her. She murmured, “Yes, Brady. Yes, please. Now.”
    He took her again and again. He was insatiable, and, to his delight, so was she.

Chapter 9
    “Brady, I’m starving.”
    He stood in the bedroom door, grinning at her. It was already ten o’clock. He’d woken fifteen minutes earlier, and tried not to wake her. After all, they’d finally fallen asleep a scant four hours earlier. Her glorious hair was tousled and her lips were puffy, swollen. Her eyes were shining as she gazed up at him. She saw him staring at her naked breasts, and quickly drew the sheet around her, her cheeks flushing a lovely pink.
    “God, Tiffany, you’re as beautiful dressed in a sheet as you are in a gorgeous cocktail dress. And yes, darlin’, I’m hungry and from the quick perusal I did of your refrigerator—”
    She laughed. “No, we definitely will have to go out. How about the restaurant we went to the other day. I’m sure by now they’ve had a chance to stock up after you cleaned them out of a week’s worth of supplies.”
    “Well darlin’, we better go quick. I don’t know how much longer I can stand here knowing that under that sheet is the most gorgeous body and the hottest woman in all of Korea—in all the world.”
    Grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around her, she ran past him to the bathroom.
    “Oh no, I know what will happen if I give you an inch. We’ll never get out of here and I am truly hungry.”
    He smiled and swatted her butt as she ran by.
    “If you give me an inch? Damn, Tiffany, I thought I was insatiable. And honey, just so you know? I am. And when we get back…”
    ~~~
    She gazed at him in wonder.
    “I’ve never seen anyone eat so much food. You are amazing.”
    He grinned at her.
    “I’m a hungry