Baby, It's Cold Outside
“How’s that?”
    “Good.”
    He kissed the hollow of her ankle. “That?”
    “Better.” Anticipation rippled down her spine.
    His mouth brushed all the way down her calf to the back of her knee, and she couldn’t help letting out a breathy, needy little moan.
    He gave her another one of those smiles that made her ache. “You like that?”
    “More.” She dragged in a breath. “Please.”
    “You asked very nicely. And nice manners get results.” He took it really, really slowly as he kissed his way up her thigh.
    Her hands were fisted in her pillow. Was he going to…?
    As she felt the long, slow stroke of his tongue along her sex, she sighed with pleasure. Yes . He was.
    He teased her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, swirling and flicking the tender little bud until she couldn’t think straight. And then he pushed one finger inside her.
    Shockingly, Ellie found herself starting to convulse around him, and she cried out his name as her climax hit her.
    He shifted to lie beside her and held her close. “Okay?” he asked softly.
    “Very okay. I… That’s never happened before.”
    He arched an eyebrow. “You’re telling me you’ve never come?”
    “Not that fast.”
    He grinned. “Good. So I take it you liked that.”
    “And how.” She dragged in a breath. “My turn to reciprocate.”
    “I don’t give to receive,” he said softly. “And this time’s going to be for both of us. Give me a second.”
    Ellie felt the mattress shift as he climbed off the bed. She watched him as he walked over to the pile of discarded clothing to take his wallet out of his trousers and remove a condom. In his suit, Mitch was very easy on the eye; naked, he was magnificent.
    He turned around to catch her watching him, and her face went hot. “Sorry. I wasn’t ogling you.”
    “Right,” he said. “Just as I’m not ogling you—or wondering just how good it’s going to feel when I’m inside you.”
    The sheer desire on his face made her feel even hotter. “Um. Busted.”
    He dropped his wallet back on top of his clothes. “Good.” He tossed the foil packet to her. “I’m in your hands.”
    She enjoyed exploring him when he came back to bed, finding out where he liked to be touched and where he liked to be kissed. Even more than that, she enjoyed his sharp intake of breath when she bent her head and took him into her mouth.
    “Keep going like that and I’m not going to be any use to you,” he warned.
    “Are you suggesting a rain check?” she asked.
    She loved the way his pupils instantly dilated. He was obviously imagining what it would be like.
    “Yeah, a rain check would be good.” His voice had dropped practically an octave, husky with desire and sexy as hell.
    She ripped the foil packet open and rolled the latex over his erect penis, taking her time. He was shivering by the time she’d finished.
    “Do me, Ellie,” he invited.
    She climbed over him, fitted the tip of his penis to her entrance, and slowly sank down on him.
    He stroked her back and the curve of her bottom and she moved over him. “That feels good,” he growled.
    “Yes.” She’d thought it might be awkward, maybe even a bit embarrassing—but he was right. It was good. Really, really good.
    She began to raise and lower herself over him. She loved the way his face changed as she tightened her muscles around him while she rose up, then pushed down hard.
    “Better,” he said huskily, and lifted himself just enough so he could tease her nipple with the hard tip of his tongue. “And it’s a great view.”
    She dipped her head in acknowledgement of the compliment. “Thank you.”
    “Pleasure.” He settled back against the pillows and gave her a sultry smile.
    She could feel the tension rising in her body again—something she really hadn’t expected, because it had never happened with Jeff and they’d been together for seven years. Was it possible to feel this good with someone she barely knew?
    He reached up to twine the

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