Page 17 of Sexy Claus

Condom.

His heart pounded in his chest as he finished unfastening the last button and reached for his back pocket. Thank god, he always kept a fresh one in his wallet, not that he’d needed protection for almost a decade. A single stupid decision had taught him the replacement lesson well.

He pulled the foil packet from the money slot and performed a thorough inspection. Thankfully, the wrapper showed no signs of wear and tear.

She traced the trail of hair leading into his jeans, making his abs tense and his erection work harder to free itself. Her fingertips caressed his hipbones when she pushed the denim and his boxer briefs downward. Only the incredible elation at being touched by her after all this time stopped him from taking over the task and getting down to business. If she wanted to undress him, he would willingly submit to it.

At her prompting, he stepped out of his jeans and underwear, leaving them both naked. Her nipples puckered in the cool air. Or maybe she was remembering how he used to lick and suck them until she begged him to love her hard and fast. The F-wordhadn’t been part of her vocabulary, but loving her described their physical relationship far more accurately.

She reached out to him as she lay back on the tiny bed.

It was an invitation he couldn’t refuse. He didn’t care about risking his heart again for such a priceless opportunity. The memory of their intimate reunion would last a lifetime, no matter how much time they had together.

Condom first.

Stretching out beside her, he linked his fingers with hers and leaned in to kiss her, first with a light touch and then with all the emotion he’d bottled up over the years. Each desperate stroke of her tongue added to the instant heat lying skin to skin with her created.

When she let him up for air, he nuzzled her throat and licked a path toward her breasts. The gentle swell of their fullness drew him down her body to the tight buds he longed to taste. He circled the left tip with his tongue and the right with his finger before closing his lips around her nipple and sucking on her flesh.

Her breath hitched, encouraging him to continue his exploration. “More.”

The huskiness of her voice went straight to his dick, but he focused on pleasuring her with his hands and mouth.

She clutched at his head, digging her short fingernails of one hand into his scalp as she whimpered. Her other hand glided from his bicep to his upper back. “I need you.”

But do you want me? And for how long?

Those were the million-dollar questions he shouldn’t even be asking.

He flicked across the taut tip in his mouth and released it to scoot down to her belly. If his time with her was limited, he would damn well enjoy every second of it. “Soon.”

His exploration continued over more of her silky skin and toward a tastier treat than the churros they ordered. The sweet scent of desire coaxed him to the end of the bed to settle between her gorgeous thighs. He pressed a dozen kisses from her knee to the edge of her dark curls and blew a warm breath over his intended target.

“Please.” She shifted her hips, finding his chin instead of his lips.

There’s the magic word.

He closed his mouth over her for the ultimate kiss and swept his tongue through her wetness. Near the top, he found her clit, ready and waiting for him. A few seconds of intense flutters earned him the reaction he wanted—an orgasm paired with a high-pitched cry. A quick switch to hard sucking prolonged the spasms and triggered a choked scream.

Her legs trembled as he kissed her inner thighs. Tiny tremors pulsed through her body on his return trip to her stomach, her nipples, and finally her parted lips.

Positioning his sheathed cock at her entrance, he locked his gaze on her hers. “Are you sure?”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Reelingfrom the oral satisfaction Sven had insisted on giving her, Christy could only nod to confirm she was very sure she needed the physical connection to him.

He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips as he slipped inside her, inch by unhurried inch. His beard stubble scratched her chin, but the sensation reminded her he was real.

She gasped when he bottomed out.

“You okay?” He’d been a considerate lover, always mindful of her comfort during their lovemaking.

She swallowed to wet her prickly throat. “Much better than okay.”

“Slow and easy or fast and hard? I should warn you. Either way, I won’t last long.” He withdrew partway and rocked forward until he was back where he belonged. His low groan rumbled through her jaw. “You feel so damn good.”

“Slow for a few minutes. I want to savor it.”In case I never get to experience it again.She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper still. The motion stole her breath again. Cradling his scruffy jaw in her palm, she lifted her head to kiss him.