the other. "None of that. If you want release, just say so."
"I have," she replied bluntly, then grinned.
Nick opened a drawer to his night stand and sheathed himself without her even asking, sending her respect for him up a notch. He returned to her and leaned down to tenderly kiss her lips. His tongue told her quite plainly what he had on his mind, and all thoughts of improprieties fled.
His kiss went on and on until her head spun and she was almost blind with desire. Then he pushed her knees apart and took his rightful place between them.
* * * * *
Eve’s welcoming smile made Nick's heartbeat thud in his chest; still he refused to rush and took her nipple between his teeth instead of burying himself between her legs as he normally would. She all but purred. He flicked the tight bud, licked it, twirled it, tried to swallow the whole breast, while beneath him, Eve mewed like a kitten and bent her knees.
The friction of her soft leather boots against his hips made his cock throb to the point of near-pain. A man could take just so much. He abandoned her nipple, went back to her lips, and as his tongue sought entrance into her mouth, Croupier slid into her hot pussy.
Eve quivered. Sighed. Locked her legs around his hips.
Those might not be cowboy boots, but the lady is in for the ride of her life . Nick lunged in, then out.
Eve's breath exploded in a quick rush.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, no. Don't stop," came her hasty reply.
He established a fast rhythm, aware it was probably all Eve could do to just hold on. With the sensual slap of leather and the occasional poke of stiletto heels urging him on like a cowboy spurred a horse, he was unable to slow the pace, a stallion servicing a needy mare.
Surely I'm not being too rough.
He needn't have worried. He soon discovered that Eve was as turned on as he, for he had no more than set the rhythm when he felt her inner muscles begin to twitch.
"Yes," he cried. Her mewling sounds turned into muffled moans, and those moans into full-fledged wails as her climax crashed over her again. Shock waves made her body tremble, exciting Nick even more.
"Yes!" Nick stiffened, and released his sperm.
He collapsed on top of Eve, fully aware he might be crushing her, but for the moment, too replete to move.
Too stunned. Never, absolutely never, had he ejaculated with such force. He felt as if his toenails had been ejected too.
He required a long moment of contemplation before he was able to move. Then he rolled off Eve, but still hugged her close.
His thoughts were not worth sharing. He attributed this immense feeling of satisfaction first to the chilly weather. Then to the warm bed. And last of all, to the two people sharing it, and their readiness to have sex.
"Whew." Eve still breathed in short sexy pants.
"Damn straight." His hand lingered on her breast. She felt soft, and incredibly warm, a cozy companion for a cold, snowy Christmas Eve.
"Stay the night," he murmured, anxious to bind her to him until morning. He didn't want to think beyond then.
"I think I have to. My car..."
He was far too content to play that game right now.
"Stay with me, in my bed," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr as he nuzzled her neck.
She thought a moment while he waited. "Alright, if you're sure."
He let the held breath out. What was wrong with the woman? Didn't she want to earn more?
Chapter Seven
Nick was suddenly famished. "Are you hungry?"
Eve laughed as she rolled away from him on the wide bed. "No, but apparently you are."
"I'll tell you what. There's an extra robe on the back of that closet door. I don't want you to get chilled on your way to the kitchen. There's cherries jubilee for dessert. While I put it together, maybe you could tell me what I'm doing wrong."
"My mouth is already watering. In my grandparents' home, cherries jubilee was always a special Christmas Eve treat. "
She joined Nick and walked down the hall with him. His arm encircling her waist felt so