Christmas
Wishes
by Lex Valentine
erotic holiday cowboy romance
$1.69
Bradley Marsh is spending Christmas with his sister
Devon and her husband Jared. In the past, he managed to avoid the
holidays at Forbes Ranch. But now, he’s there and faced with the woman
he’s wanted for eight long years. With his 30th birthday on the horizon
and all his friends settling down, Brad’s tired of being single and
tired of yearning for a woman who doesn’t know he exists. This year,
his only wish is to make the woman of his dreams his own.
For years, Anne-Marie Mallory’s mourned the death of her
husband and high school sweetheart Danny. But more recently, she’s had
her eye on hunky younger man Brad Marsh even though she’s sure his
crush is because he feels sorry for her. She wishes Brad would stop
seeing her as the grieving widow of a decorated war hero and start
seeing her as a woman in her prime who needs a man like him to make her
holiday – and her life – complete.
Excerpt:
Brad took her glass from her and set both flutes on the table. He
picked up one plate of pie and sliced into it, forking it into his
mouth. Bliss descended on his face.
“My God. This is the best pie I’ve ever had. It melts in your mouth!”
He cut into the pie again but this time he turned the fork toward
Anne-Marie. She opened her mouth and he slipped the fork between her
lips. She shivered a little at the thought of the fork that had touched
his lips, touching her own. She barely registered the sweet, alcohol
laced chocolate confection that filled her mouth. Her thoughts were so
consumed by the man who sat inches from her. Her breath puffed out as
she chewed and swallowed, her gaze never leaving his.
The plate slipped back onto the table and Brad reached for the hem of
his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift move. Anne-Marie
gasped softly as her field of vision filled with lightly tanned skin
and more muscles than she’d ever seen on a man before.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered reverently, one hand reaching out
to touch the point of his shoulder.
He shuddered visibly. “Men aren’t beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He
pulled her thermal shirt from the waistband of her jeans, his
fingertips delving beneath to caress the skin of her belly. “I want you
naked, Anne-Marie. Naked and beneath me, writhing with your orgasm, the
orgasm I’m going to give you.”
Brad’s mouth touched hers and Anne-Marie tasted chocolate and bourbon,
sugar and champagne on his tongue. And then her head spun with a heady
mix of desperate need and fiery arousal. Dimly, she registered Brad
removing her shirt, her bra, and her jeans. His mouth and hands touched
her everywhere, and by the time he pulled her thong down her thighs,
he’d somehow managed to shuck himself out of his clothes, too.
She stared at him in amazement. Firelight slid over the perfectly
sculptured muscle and bone that made up his body. He rose above her
like a god, so astonishingly beautiful that he took her breath away.
She touched him reverently, her hands gliding over his skin, shaping
every slab of muscle she could reach. Speech became impossible and only
inarticulate moans and mutters of passion issued from her mouth as she
caressed him.
Heat flowed through her, slicking the folds between her thighs. She
parted her legs and Brad knelt between them, his back bowing as he
kissed his way from one hip bone to the other then up to her ribcage.
His big hands cupped her breasts, kneading them at first gently, then
with more ardor as his thumbs flicked at the hard tips. He sucked one
nipple into his mouth and his tongue laved the turgid tip. Anne-Marie
jerked as a bolt of lust arrowed down to her pussy.
When he moved to her other breast, she shifted restlessly, her hands
trailing down his chest to the flat ridges of his abdomen. He had the
most gorgeous body she’d ever seen and she loved touching him. With one
hand splayed across his abs, she let her other hand drift lower. Brad
hissed in a breath as her fingers curled around his thick erection. She
stroked him slowly, measuring him carefully, testing his flesh for the
most sensitive spots. Her thumb found a bead of wetness at the blunt
tip of his penis. She spread it in a circular motion and his hips
moved, thrusting against her.
They fumbled hands and arms then as Brad rubbed one finger against her
labia and Anne-Marie’s other hand slipped down to cup his balls. His
manscaping surprised her but she found she loved the smooth feel of his
big sac in her hand. She rolled his balls and his cock jerked in her
other hand. He pressed one thick finger into her and her hips bucked at
the penetration.
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