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craving her surrender, heating her up to the point she melted into him.
    Holly pulled his hair to break his lips free from hers. “Show me that passion. Fast and hard, Nick. Make me burn.”
    Holding her gaze, he withdrew and slammed deep. Three. Four. Five. Six solid thrusts.
    “Yes. God. Just like that.”
    With his hands clamped on her ass, Nick continued to stare into her eyes as he flexed his hips. “I’m glad we’ve got all night because this first go-round is gonna be short.”
    “That’s the only short thing about you, cowboy.”
    He placed his lips against her ear. “Now who’s the sweet-talker?”
    “Not sweet and no talking.” She lightly bit his jaw. “Fuck me harder.”
    The next three plunges sent Holly into orbit. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her pussy muscles tightened around his cock. Her head thunked into the door, exposing the long line of her throat.
    Nick sucked on the tempting arc of her neck as she shuddered and moaned, her body thrashing against him and the door. He lost himself in her vanilla scent, the faint taste of salt on her skin and her unrestrained response.
    When the last pulses of her orgasm faded, he lengthened his strokes.
    So close. More. Dammit. No. He wanted this to last.
    Her husky whisper, “Let go,” amidst suckling kisses on his earlobe pushed him right into a sexual overload.
    He pounded into her as his balls lifted, sending streams of liquid fire up his shaft. Nick squeezed his eyes shut, letting his inner beast take control, grunting his pleasure as her wet lips traced the straining cords of his neck. Her breathy murmurs tickled his ear, sending shivers dancing across his skin.
    Nick’s head spun. He could scarcely catch his balance or his breath, or absorb the reality of this soft, sexy woman trembling in his arms.
    Eventually damp kisses tracking his hairline roused him back to planet Earth. “Nick?”
    “Mmm?”
    “Can you unstick me from the door?”
    He tipped his head back and looked into her passion-glazed eyes. “In a minute. This first.” Nick settled his mouth on hers and kissed with all the gentleness and sweetness he could muster.
    When he released her lips in tiny, nipping increments, she sighed dreamily.
    “You ready for the second item on my Christmas wish list?”
    “I thought you were supposed to be fulfilling my fantasies, Not-So-Saint Nick.”
    “I am. But I think me tasting your sugar plum to my heart’s content will fulfill both our fantasies, don’t you?”
     
    Holly’s pliant body thrummed with anticipation as Nick carried her to the bed and laid her flat on the cushiony mattress.
    “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”
    Her gaze swept the hotel suite. Nick certainly hadn’t skimped. The room was a step above typical, even for a suite. The wall sconces emitted a soft golden light across the enormous bed and a Christmas tree glowed in the corner.
    The toilet flushed. Water ran. The bathroom door opened.
    Nick held a washcloth in his hand and wore a sheepish expression. “You sore? I…ah…was a little rough.”
    “I told you I didn’t mind. It was exactly what I wanted.” You’re exactly what I wanted went unsaid.
    He crawled next to her and pressed his lips to hers at the same time the cool cloth pressed against her swollen sex. Nick swallowed her surprised gasp and stroked his hand up her belly, smiling against her mouth when those sensitive muscles between her hipbones quivered. The tip of his thumb dipped into her navel, brushing circles around the indent and journeying upward. When he reached her ribs, she giggled and pushed him away.
    “Stop.”
    “Ticklish?”
    “Terribly.”
    “Will I hafta restrain you when I do this?” Nick’s tongue traced the bend in her waist up to her armpit and under the lower swell of her breast.
    “Nick!”
    “What?” He did the same thing down the other side.
    Holly tried hard not to laugh but it was hopeless. “God. That tickles.”
    Before she figured out the method to