White-Hot Christmas by Serenity Woods

against his.
    “The perfect combination.” He started to hitch up her long skirt. When it got to her knees he ran a hand up the outside of her thigh, reaching around to cup her ass.
    “Whoa.” He pulled back and stared at her as his hand found only skin.
    “What?” She grinned. “I was hot.”
    “Oh God, you’re telling me.” He lifted her skirt up so he could cup both cheeks with his hands.
    Merle rested back on the hand basin and shot up again with a squeal. “Jeez, that’s cold!”
    He laughed and moved her to the side, kicking the laundry basket away to make room. She met the wall with a bump and gasped, pulling his head down, kissing him deeply, opening her mouth to accept his tongue, matching it stroke for stroke with her own.
    Sighing, he pushed a knee in between her legs, nudging them apart, then slipped a hand beneath her skirt. He knew better than to worry about lubrication this time and, sure enough, as he brushed his fingers through her hair, he found the warm folds of her skin already slick with moisture, his fingers sliding easily.
    He gave a half laugh, half groan. “God, you’re sexy.” She laughed and he kissed her as he stroked her, slipping two fingers inside, sighing at the wetness and the heat of her.
    She pushed his hand away, however, fumbling at his shorts. “No time for that. Come on, I want you inside me.” She stopped, staring at him. “Oh crap, I forgot…”
    Grinning, he pulled back, putting a hand in his pocket and drawing out a condom.
    She looked up, raising an eyebrow. “You came prepared?”
    “I knew you were going to be here tonight.”
    Her eyes widened. “You assumed I’d have sex with you again? That’s a big assumption, mister.”
    Uh-oh. He shrugged. “Hoped, not assumed.”
    She studied him for a moment. He could see her deciding whether or not she should be insulted. Clearly she then realised how ridiculous that would be and grinned. “Fair enough.”
    He laughed, relieved, and tore open the packet, pulling down his shorts a little, sliding the condom on. She lifted a leg around him, moving herself into position, but she wasn’t quite where he wanted her.
    Placing both hands beneath her backside, he lifted her, wrapping both her legs around his waist. She squealed, flinging out an arm for balance, knocking several bottles off the nearby shelf as she did so. He laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
    “Neon!” She clutched hold of him. “I’m heavy—you’ll drop me!”
    He looked at her wryly. “Sweetheart, I have to be able to lift a hundred and five kilos, and I can do almost double that. I don’t think you weigh quite that much.”
    She stared at him, wide-eyed. “I keep forgetting you’re a firefighter. Wow.” She ran her fingers up the tight muscles of his arms, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Can I slide down your pole please?”
    He chuckled. “Absolutely, but stop making me laugh or we won’t get anywhere.” He pressed her against the wall, his arms tight around her, pushing the tip of himself into her warmth. “Now relax.” He kissed her deeply, waiting until she felt safe enough to let go of the tight grip she had around his neck, her thighs slackening. Slowly he lowered her, sliding right into her warm velvet skin until she was completely impaled on him.
    “Oh my.” Her pupils were so dilated her eyes looked black. She linked her ankles behind his back, slipping her hands through his hair, which was damp with sweat. She pulled his head forward and he kissed her again as he began to move, starting slowly, worried about hurting her, but after a while, she tightened her legs around him as he pushed forward, encouraging him to deepen his thrusts. Before long, he was past thinking, past caring, driven by instinct and a desperate hunger for this wild and beautiful woman.
    “Oh God…oh God…oh God…” she started to say each time as he thrust even harder, making him smile in spite of his rising passion.
    “Don’t make