House of Trent 01.5 - His for Christmas by Jennifer Haymore Page A

chance. To be with her. To have her.
    “Turn around,” he said gruffly.
    She gazed at him for a split second longer, and then she turned.
    His blood heated instantly. She hadn’t questioned him. Just did as he’d commanded.
    The ostlers were out front with the horses, awaiting his and Amelia’s exit from the inn. Evan only had a few minutes before one of them came looking for him.
    He closed the distance between the two of them with one step. He ran his hands down her back, over the buttons of her dress, but he didn’t remove them. She stood very still as his hands floated down her sides and he gloried in the feminine indentations and curves of her waist and hips. He stopped there, hands resting on the flare of her hips, and bent forward to kiss the skin exposed on her neck between two curling blond tendrils.
    His hands slid around to her front. He tugged her back tightly against him, then glided his palms upward until he cupped the rounded curve of her breasts over the stiff fabric of her stays. Her breath caught, then released in a whoosh .
    His cock pressed against her lower back, stiff as an iron rod. He knew she could feel it. He felt her surrender in her ragged breaths, in the way she pushed back against him, telling him she wanted this just as much as he did.
    “We need to go,” he murmured against the silky skin of her neck. “The sleigh is waiting for us outside.”
    “Yes.”
    “But first I want you one more time.”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “Take me, Evan. Take me one more time.”
    He bent down and grabbed her skirts in his fists. “Bend forward. Place your hands flat on the bed.”
    She did as she was told without hesitation, and Evan’s pulse jumped.
    He flipped her skirts up over her behind, exposing the pale, rounded flesh of her bottom. She wore no undergarments above the ribbon garters of her silk stockings.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. He touched her warm, soft skin, cupping her buttocks in his palms. He couldn’t get enough of touching her. He couldn’t stop.
    She wiggled against him, gasping.
    He bent down and pressed a kiss to her lower back as his hands went to his falls. He quickly undid his trousers. His cock was so hard it hurt. He needed to be inside her.
    He pressed against her again, bare now, and brought his hand around her front, sliding his fingers between her legs.
    “You’re already wet for me, Amelia.”
    “Yes.” She squirmed against him as he caressed her there, paying special attention to stroking those secret places he’d learned drove her mad with desire.
    His own desire was a thick heat inside him, burning, craving. Demanding to be inside her. He closed his eyes against it, his fingers sliding through her slick heat. “I…need you,” he said on a groan.
    She arched her back, pressed wantonly against his hand, letting him know in no uncertain terms that she needed him, too.
    Using his other hand, he tilted her bottom up then positioned his cock at her entrance. Gritting his teeth, he pushed inside slowly. God, she was so tight. So tight and so hot.
    Pleasure stormed through him. He gripped her hip as he slid out then into her again. She slammed back against him, and together they built an intense, powerful rhythm, crushing her skirts between their bodies.
    This woman undid him. Unraveled the knots that had bound him so tightly for so long and set him free. She was special. She was his .
    He gripped her hips and took her. Took what was his. What he never intended to let go.
    And she took him, too. She took his heart, his soul. Everything that was his now belonged to her. He couldn’t let her go. Never again.
    Her channel squeezed him, tighter and tighter until he knew he was close to exploding. No, not yet. She was gasping, squirming beneath him, her hands fisting the counterpane, her cheek pressed into the mattress, her lips parted in rapture.
    And then she threw her head back, her back arching as she squeezed him so tight he needed to pour all