Home for the Holidays by Rochelle Alers Page B

Iris, their gazes meeting and fusing. “Iris?”
    She closed her eyes against his intense stare. “What is it, Collier?”
    â€œCan we do this?”
    She opened her eyes, nodding and smiling. “Yes, we can.”
    With a body like that, with the look of shocked desire in her eyes, he had no choice but to sweep her into his arms and carry her to the bedroom. It took mere seconds to muss her neatly made bed and shuck off his jeans and T-shirt. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a condom and placed it on the nightstand.
    Collier got into bed and turned Iris on her belly. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he lowered his head and trailed a series of kisses beginning with the nape of her neck down her spine to her buttocks. He heard her breathing quicken at the same time a tremor swept over her body.
    Collier wanted to be inside her, but he also wanted foreplay. His mouth and tongue tasted every inch of her damp skin, and then he repeated his exploration when he turned her over to face him. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he massaged the muscles there before giving her neck and scalp the same attention, smiling when she let out a soft moan. His hands charted a course down her body to her hips, thighs, legs, and feet, then reversed direction.
    â€œI did promise to give you a massage,” he whispered in her ear.
    â€œThat feels so good.” Iris gasped when his fingers gently kneaded her shoulders.
    Collier brushed a light kiss over her parted lips. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.”
    A dreamy expression crossed her features. “It’s perfect.”
    He kissed her neck, then moved lower across her breasts and down her ribs to her stomach.
    He stopped long enough to slip on the condom before burying his face between her legs and inhaling her essence. Collier tasted her, tentatively at first before his tongue plunged inside her, rasping her most sensitive places over and over. The hair on the back of his neck stood up when she screamed his name in pleasure and bucked with one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever seen.
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    Iris felt as if she’d been immersed in an inferno from which there was no escape. Heat surged from her head to her fingertips and to her toes. “Collier!” His name tore from the back of her throat, then faded to a sigh as her head thrashed wildly on the pillow. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as he moved up her trembling limbs.
    With minimum movement, he positioned her on her knees, moved behind her, and eased his erection into her. A sensual groan came from deep within Collier’s throat as he slid home. Iris felt his testicles hitting her buttocks with each sure thrust of his hips. She’d thought it couldn’t get any better than his mouth on her, but she’d been wrong. He filled her so full and deep. She held on to the headboard, moaning softly when his hands cradled her breasts.
    The walls of her sex closed around him, and together they found a rhythm that quickened, slowed, and increased again as shivers of giddy desire and ecstasy turned into explosive currents shaking them from head to toe as they climaxed at the same time.
    Collier’s weight was a welcome comfort, as he collapsed atop her. She felt a distinct sense of loss when he withdrew to take care of the condom. She languished in a cocoon of completeness she hadn’t known possible. And for the first time in her life experienced the full range of her femininity. Waiting for a man like Collier to make love to her had been more than worth it. He had taken her to a place of exquisite sexual ecstasy like she’d never experienced.
    She smiled up at Collier when he returned to the bed. Her Mr. Last Night had become her Mr. Right Now, and she looked forward to enjoying every moment they would spend together until it was time for him to return to North Carolina.
    He slid between the covers smiling, and stared deeply into her eyes.
    â€œGood