Holiday at Magnolia Bay (Southern Born Christmas Book 1) by Tracy Solheim

pressed his hips further into hers bringing her hot core in contact with the hardest part of him. Jenna couldn’t help the strangled cry that escaped her lips.
    “I’ll make it good for you,” Drew murmured against her ear sending shivers down her spine. “I promise.”
    Jenna didn’t doubt him. “Then take me to bed,” she demanded.
    Drew’s fingers gripped her bottom, lifting her off the floor as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Whispering naughty things in her ear, he carried her to her bedroom. By the time they both landed on the bed, Jenna was quivering with need. His words had been so explicit. She pulled his mouth down to hers for a searing kiss while his long fingers dispensed with her shorts and panties. Then he pushed a finger inside her causing her to nearly buck off the bed. A second finger joined the first one and Jenna broke off the kiss with a moan.
    Drew swore. “Last chance to throw me out, Jenna. You’re as turned on as I am right now, but if this isn’t what you want, tell me now.”
    Was he freaking kidding? Jenna’s body felt as if it was ready to melt and slide down the door and he was talking about leaving. No way was she letting him walk away again. “Lieutenant Commander, if you don’t get naked this instant, I’ll have you court-martialed!”
    One eyebrow went up at her words, but he made no move for his clothes. Instead, he flicked his fingers inside her again, his eyes never leaving Jenna’s. She gulped a sigh, her eyelids sliding closed, cutting off his determined stare, as satisfaction consumed her. His mouth found her breast; the pain and pleasure of his tongue abrading the pebbled nipple through the thin fabric of her T-shirt and bra was almost unbearable. His lips pulled at the tender nub while his fingers rhythmically stroked her. Jenna laced her hands behind his head, anchoring him to her body as the tension built within her core. She cried out as an intense climax washed over her scattering her wits and her senses.
    Minutes later, she opened her eyes to see a now naked Drew looming over her with that determined look still on his face. “Good?” he asked shamelessly.
    Jenna couldn’t help but smile. “Better than good,” she said tugging her T-shirt and bra off. Drew’s eyes narrowed at the sight of her, one corner of his mouth turning up in a grin. She reached for the light beside the bed, wanting to make the room brighter so she could study every inch of the hard body she’d been admiring for days, but he caught her hand and brought it between their slick bodies.
    “Later,” he growled before taking her lips with his own. He kissed her as though he wanted to devour her, yet Jenna never felt threatened. Only desired. As he explored her mouth, she returned the favor with her fingers on his body, perusing over the sleek muscles and satiny skin. He hissed against her lips as she wrapped her fingers around the hot, hard length of him and stroked firmly. Leaving her mouth, he bit at her neck and her shoulder as she continued to palm him.
    Groaning, he reached between them, shackling both her wrists in one hand and gently pulling her arms over her head. Drew leaned his forehead against hers. “Keep that up and we’ll be done before the good stuff.”
    She brushed her lips against his. “Then hurry up with the good stuff.”
    His eyes were dark as he reached for a condom. Taking it from him, Jenna rolled it over his erection. Drew’s eyes slammed shut before he claimed her with a deep, drugging kiss. Jenna gasped as he entered her with a single thrust before holding himself steady. He peered down at her from his plank position. A sheen of sweat on his forehead indicated that he might not be in control as he made himself out to be. “Still good?”
    Tilting her hips to accommodate him more deeply, she lifted her hand and stroked a finger along his rough jaw. “Still better than good.”
    Drew began to move then, his rhythm unhurried but intense. That slow burn