Sweet Cinderella (A Christmas Novella) (The Klaus Brothers Book 4) by Penny Watson

now. He was burning hot. “But I feel like I’m already in over my head.”
    “Then it’s my job to convince you otherwise.”

    Finally. She was here. Gregor pushed her onto the bed and tried to control his breathing. “I knew from the moment I first saw you. There was something special about you.”
    Hannah reached up to stroke his face. “Even surrounded by all those beautiful and sophisticated women? You saw
me
?”
    “What other women?” he growled. He leaned down to kiss her.
    She arched against him, and it set him off. He intended to go slow—to seduce her like an expert. He wanted to drag this out, make it last all night. But as soon as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck, he lost control. He ripped off her T-shirt and slid the flannel pants from her legs.
    He stared down at her and couldn’t believe his good fortune. How had he gotten so lucky? She was gorgeous, beyond sexy, and trembling with need. Her bronze, silky hair splayed out on his pillow. Her eyes, dark and vulnerable, gazed up at him with complete trust. Her skin, the color of honey, was soft and sweet and fragrant. He wanted to devour her all night.
    Gregor could barely catch his breath. He hadn’t even touched her yet and he was shaking. He’d never felt this out of control.
    He didn’t want to frighten her. He steadied himself and began to feast on silky legs that he kissed and nipped and explored with great interest. He nuzzled the hair at the junction of her thighs and licked the soft flesh until she cried out his name. He moved up to her breasts and cupped them. Creamy and lush, the greatest temptation. He ravaged them, sucking the sensitive peaks until she sobbed in pleasure. Finally, he settled on top of her, bracing himself on his arms. She was small and delicate. He was a massive brute. He had to be careful to harness his strength.
    She looked up at him with slumberous, sexy eyes. “What are you doing to me?” She scored her nails across his chest. “Your skin is so hot.”
    He shuddered at her touch. “It’s you, Hannah. You’re setting me on fire.” He kicked off his pants and lowered his body back onto hers. They both moaned as all of their naked skin came into contact, sizzling with heat.
    He started again, a systematic seduction. He wouldn’t be satisfied until she was limp in his arms. He teased her breasts with his mouth, and her head thrashed on the pillow.
    “Your beard feels so good.”
    Relentless.
He smiled to himself, the smile of a wolf.
    He dragged his beard across her sensitive skin. Again and again. His tongue and lips played with her sensitive peaks until she sobbed.
    And he kept going. This was his last chance, and he was going to make it count. If he could use this passion to convince her they belonged together, by God he would do it.
    He rubbed his erection between her legs, where she was wet and ready and needy. “Do we need protection?” His voice was hoarse.
    “No, I’m protected. And healthy.”
    “Thank God. I want to feel you. Inside and out. I’m healthy, too. I would never put you at risk. You know that, right?”
    “Maybe my heart?” she whispered.
    Gregor stilled. “No. Your heart is safe. All of you is safe with me, Hannah. Heart, body, soul. Know that.” He captured her gaze. Her eyes still shone with uncertainty.
    He had to make her believe.
    He grabbed hold of her hands and pinned them to the bed above her head. She blinked up at him, unsure of what he was doing.
    “Trust me,” he whispered. Now she was trapped beneath him. Was that the only way he’d get to keep her?
    “Are you ready?”
    “Yes.
Please
.”
    He thrust into her body, and they both froze. Deep inside, she pulsed around him. She was so sweet and tight. She locked her eyes onto his—looking slightly shell-shocked and full of wonder. He forced himself to remain still, to stoke the burgeoning fire. He rocked against her then, a small movement, and she responded by arching her back and crying out his name.