His Christmas Present (9 page)

“Oh…um…” She
closed her eyes as he touched his tongue to the pulse point on her neck. “I
don’t.” She was
not
going to think about the fact that she and Cody had
only ever had sex in bed, usually lying down, with him on top. “I’m…um…not sure
what I do want though.”

“Oh, I think I
know what you want,” he said silkily. He nipped her earlobe, making her gasp,
then sucked it and ran his tongue around the shell of her ear. “You want to be
desired.” His deep voice made her melt from the stomach up, as if she were a
block of ice left out in the sun. “You don’t want pleases and thankyous, and
nice-and-polite, and gentle affection.” He kissed down her jaw to her mouth and
let his lips hover above hers. “You want a man to want you more than any other
woman he’s ever met—so much so that it drives him mad.” His eyes bored into
hers, intense and demanding.

She swallowed, her
breasts heaving and pressing against his chest. “Yes.”

“Well, Megan, I
can safely say that I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you at this
moment.” He ran his gaze down her, lingering almost insolently on her breasts
and making her ache with desire. His thumbs stroked her palms, but he didn’t
release her hands. “And I’m not leaving this room until I’ve had you. Several
times, in as many places and positions as we can manage, and until you’ve had
at least half a dozen orgasms.”

Her face flamed.
“Oh dear God.”

He chuckled. “Can
you cope with that?”

Her knees wobbled.
“Possibly not,” she squeaked.

He moved closer,
pressing her up against the bedpost. “Tough.” And then he kissed her.

She’d never been
kissed like it. If the kiss in the elevator had warmed her, then this set her
alight. He crushed his lips to hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth,
tasting her, groaning as she returned it enthusiastically. She tugged her
hands, wanting to touch him, and he released them, pulling her forward to
tighten his arms around her. She brushed her thumb against his cheek, feeling
the unfamiliar scrape of stubble against the pad, then slipped her fingers into
his hair, loving the way the short strands at the back turned longer and
silkier on top.

“Time we got some
of these clothes off,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she agreed.
More than anything she wanted to feel him against her and touch his warm skin.

 Unfortunately,
however, that also meant taking off her own clothes. What if he didn’t like
what he saw underneath? At least she was wearing the pretty underwear she’d
bought for the holiday.
Be grateful for small mercies, Megan.
In her
head, she thanked anyone listening from above that she wasn’t wearing the
all-in-one body smoother she might otherwise have put on underneath such a figure
hugging dress.

She unbuttoned his
jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, and he caught it as it slipped down and
tossed it onto a nearby chair.

“You wear a suit
really
well.” Wide-eyed, she smoothed her hands over his waistcoat.

“All men look good
in a suit.” He kissed her again, halting her reply, but she pushed him back for
a moment, enjoying the view too much.

“That may be true,
but you…well, you’re just…gorgeous.” She ran her hands down to his hips and
paused. His erection strained against his dark grey pants, and her fingers
itched to touch it.

He looked down at
himself, then back at her, amused. “You’re shocked? You look fantastic in that
dress. Half of me would like to fuck you in it, but the other half wants you
naked, and I’m afraid that half is winning.” His eyes were challenging. He
wanted to shock her.

She caught her
breath at his words, his raw announcement both scandalous and exciting. She’d
never been brave enough to talk dirty with Cody, as if their relationship had
been a shallow sea that prohibited diving. But Dion’s words gave her courage
and made her want to plunge into this exciting, unusual ocean of discovery head
first.

She moved a hand
from his hips to the front of his pants, slid it down his erection, then back
up. “And I want that in me,” she said, lowering her voice. “Now.”

He met her gaze,
and then to her surprise gave a bark of laughter before cupping her face in his
hands. “There’s my girl.” He kissed her hungrily while behind her back he found
her zipper and drew it down her spine, the brush of his fingers on her bare
skin sending shivers through her. Then he moved back and bent to take the hem
of her dress in his hands. He drew it smoothly up her body, and she raised her
arms for him to lift it over her head.

He dropped it
carefully on top of his jacket, then came back to study her, his hands on her
hips. “Fuck me, you’re stunning.”

Her cheeks burned,
but as his gaze raked her from the lacy black bra down to her barely-there
panties, she tucked her hands behind her butt so she couldn’t cover herself and
let him admire her, meeting his gaze openly as he raised his to meet hers.

“You like?” she
asked innocently. In spite of her nerves, she knew she didn’t have a bad
figure.

He smiled ruefully.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve tried to picture you naked over the
years.”

“Really?” She had
difficult believing it.

“Really.” He
watched her as she began to unbutton his waistcoat. “I tried to imagine how
you’d grown up, but I never thought you’d look as amazing as this.”

“Oh stop it,” she
scoffed, pushing the waistcoat off his shoulders. “You’re going to get in my panties,
you don’t have to keep on.”

He let the
waistcoat drop, then took her hands and moved them behind her back. “Someone
seriously needs to teach you how desirable you are.” He held her tightly as he
nipped her bottom lip with his teeth.

“Mm…” She lifted
her chin, trying to play the game. “And I suppose you think you’re the man for
the job?”

“Yes,” he growled,
and behind her back his fingers moved to her bra strap, and then the elastic
gave.

He released her
arms and drew the bra down them before throwing it to one side. Then he pushed
her back up against the bedpost, none too gently, and moved close to her,
pinioning her against the post.

She splayed her
fingers on his white shirt, conscious of her bare chest pressing against the
white shirt, overwhelmed by his height and breadth and passion.

“And now I’m going
to show you,” he whispered.

“I…oh…” She caught
her breath as he cupped her breasts in his hands and ran his thumbs across her
nipples. They’d softened in the warm atmosphere, but as he teased them with his
fingers they tightened into firm buds.

He kissed her as
he played with them, rolling them gently with the pads of his thumb, and then
plucking them more firmly until she moaned with pleasure, an ache growing
between her thighs.

He lowered his
head and took one in his mouth, and she arched her back, clenching her hand in
his hair as he sucked it and laved it with his tongue then transferred his
mouth to the other nipple. After sucking that one to a peak too, he came back
to kiss her, his fingers now playing with the wet skin. It was so sensitive she
could have come like that, but Dion had other ideas.

He lifted his head
and toed off his shoes, then sank to his knees before her, still clothed,
kissing down her ribs and stomach as he did so. Megan leaned back against the
post, hoping it would help support her wobbly knees as he ran his hands up her
thighs, followed by his tongue. She closed her eyes as he kissed across her
hipbones and stomach and then nuzzled between her legs, inhaling as he did so.

“You smell so
good,” he murmured, and she tipped back her head, biting her lip. Was this
really happening?
Please don’t let this all be a dream.

He hooked his
fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them,
eyes still tightly closed, and then his hands were moving up her thighs and
around to cup her bottom, kneading the muscles as he kissed across her pubic
hair.

And then his
tongue slid into her, and she gasped, the fingers of one hand tightening in his
hair while the other clenched into a fist on his shoulder.

Dion murmured
something indistinguishable and buried his mouth in her, and she groaned and
scraped her nails across his shoulder. He put a hand behind her knee and lifted
it, and she rested a foot on the wooden ledge of the bed under the mattress,
unable to believe she was actually doing this.

Now with better
access, he moved a hand beneath her and teased her lips apart with his fingers.
Then he brushed his tongue over her clit at the same time as he slid two
fingers inside her.

Megan exclaimed
out loud and looked up at the ceiling, struggling to retain some self-control. An
orgasm hovered just out of reach, and her cheeks warmed that it had taken so
little to turn her on.

But she couldn’t
do much about it. His expert touch inside her, combined with the stroke of his
tongue, made her traitorous body tighten in spite of her wish to wait.

“Dion,” she said
with a gasp, and he responded by sucking her clit hard and pressing his fingers
firmly inside her. She came blissfully, tipping her head back and giving
herself over to the heavenly sensations, her muscles tightening around his
fingers in long, exquisite pulses.

When the waves
died down, he slowly kissed back up her body as he stood.

He pulled her into
his arms and kissed her mouth, not seeming to care that she’d be able to taste
her own arousal on his lips. “There,” he said when he eventually lifted his
head. His warm hazel eyes were dark and intense. “And now we can really take
our time.”

He started to
unbutton his shirt, and she joined him with fumbling fingers.
He just made
me come with his mouth. Dear God.
And he’d actually seemed to enjoy it. Cody
hadn’t been fond of oral sex. Well, of giving it anyway.

“Thank you,” she
whispered as she undid the last button.

He chuckled. “My
pleasure, honey.” He bent to kiss her, then murmured, “you taste sublime.”

“Oh, goodness.”
Her cheeks burned.

“What?” He ran his
tongue along her bottom lip. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s only me.”

“It’s the fact
that it’s you that makes me embarrassed,” she admitted.

He slipped off his
shirt and put his arms around her. “What do you mean?”

She caught her
breath.
Holy moly
. “Dion, my God, look at you.”

He glanced down at
himself. “What?”

“Where did all
these muscles come from? And this hair?” She ran her fingers through the light
scattering of brown hair across his chest. “You’re all grown up.”

“Yeah.” He cupped
her breasts. “We’re not kids anymore.”

“No.” He was all man
now, and she was all woman, a perfect combination. It should always be this way,
hot and fiery, with desire overpowering any fears and worries. How had she
thought what she had with Cody was real passion?

 She reached up on
her tiptoes, ran her tongue along his bottom lip, then grazed it between her
teeth. “And I want you inside me,” she whispered. “Now.”

He met her gaze,
his eyes blazing. Then he kissed her, hard, while he undid the buttons of his
pants and slid down the zipper. He pushed them down and flicked them off with
his socks, and her eyes widened at the sight of him in his boxer-briefs, his
erection looking very eager for some action.

“I always guessed
you’d be impressive,” she said, running a finger down him, “but, Dion,
seriously, wow.”

“Thank you,
sweetheart,” he said wryly as he removed his last item of clothing. “I’m sure that
comment reflects your lack of experience rather than anything remarkable on my
part, but I appreciate the sentiment.” He picked up the box of condoms, ripped
off the packaging impatiently and removed one of them. “Now then.” He pulled
her back into his arms. “Where were we?”

She kissed him
hungrily, growing desperate to have him inside her. Her heart thundered, and as
his hands moved over her and began to arouse her again, a deep longing made her
ache to reach the end of this path of destiny they’d set out on so many years
ago.

He turned her and
walked her backward again, stopping when he reached the chair in front of the
dressing table. He moved the chair out and sat, then pulled her forward to
straddle him.

She sat astride
him, suddenly shy, especially when she turned her head and saw their reflection
in the large, oval mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair ruffled where it
tumbled around her shoulders. In the mirror she watched Dion tear the foil
packet and remove the condom, then roll it carefully down his erection before
placing his hands on her hips.

She looked back at
him, cupped his face and kissed him deeply. When she lifted her head, he groaned.

“You’re killing
me,” he said gruffly. “Please, Megan. You do it—at your own pace.”

He’d chosen this
position so she could lower herself onto him, she realised, to make sure she
was ready.