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thighs.
    His mouth traces the curves of my neck, nuzzling me gently, then nibbling and biting.
    I feel my own rush of heat again as a flow of warmth swarms between my thighs.
    Oh my God.  Can I really handle Jake Sterns?
    "I want you," he whispers.  "Come here."  He tightly grabs my wrist, drawing me onto his body as he leans forward.
    I feel as if I'm in a dream, I can't utter a sound.  Nothing will come from my lips, no matter how hard I try.  I try to smooth my movements as I straddle him.  His hands grip the zipper of my top and push it open to reveal my perspiring chest.  I help push it past my elbows until he tosses it to the floor.
    "You are perfect Jillian," he groans.  His eyes widen, and I feel a sense of confidence emerge.  His hands slide through my hair, drawing my head back.  One of his hands softly cups around my neck, tilting my head back as the other touches my lips.
    "You are what I need.  You are my Christmas gift," he says, his voice rough.
    My legs are shaking so intensely that I wonder if he will question me.  It's been sooooo long...too long.  Can I do this anymore?  Do I even remember how?  I am terrified, yet I don't want to stop.
    He reaches around my back and unhooks my bra.  He slowly pulls the material away, intoxicating me with the smell and feel of his hot skin.  His eyes slide over my nearly naked body, igniting my insides like a torch in the night.
    Something causes me to let go of myself and trust this man who is practically a stranger.
    It’s pretty obvious Santa thinks I was good this year.
     
     

Chapter 5: Bliss  
     
     
    Merry Christmas, Jillian Reece.
    Bliss.
    Lying in the most comfortable bed in the world, feeling all happy and insanely satisfied, letting the morning sunlight hit my eyelids.  I stretch my arms toward the ceiling, and collapse back onto the comfy mountain of pillows.
    Oh, THIS is a good morning.
    Last night was AMAZING…
    Fabulous.
    Spectacular.
    Could I use any more adjectives?
    Let’s just say Jake knocked it out of the park.  A grand slam.
    I open my eyes again, sit up, and cherish this surreal moment.
    Jake’s in the shower, so my thoughts begin to wander to what last night means in the big scheme of things.  In fact, I wonder if it means anything at all to the gorgeous man I shared a bed with.  God, he really knows his way around a woman…
    Stop it, Jillian.  Focus!
    I feel so damn good, I can’t deny the power of a good...well, you know.
    My eyes are transfixed for what seems like an eternity, watching the snow falling gently onto the tall pines near the deck.  Suddenly, I muster the strength to break my stare and my eyes find him with a towel wrapped around his waist.
    He looks more stunning than any man I'd ever known.  Just when I expect him to throw out words of bountiful joy, his head snaps around and urgency screams through his body.
    "What time is it?  Do you know?" He asks me swiftly, almost in a panic.
    "Time?  No.  It is probably around 9...I've lost track.  Why?"
    Oh, no!!!  He's going to run out of here NOW?  I sit up and stare at the floor for a few seconds, not quite able to believe what I’m witnessing.  What am I going to say?  Quick, what am I going to say?  Okay, what I’ll say is, I'm fully aware that our night is just that, ONE night, and I don't expect to see him again.  Well, that's not ENTIRELY true -- but it sounds good.  Firmly I tell myself not to freak out -- and take a big breath, preparing for his inevitable departure.
    "I need to find my phone.  I was supposed to finalize a merger last night, and the CEO was supposed to call me with his answer when his plane landed in London," he says, while running his hand through his sexy wet hair.
    "Oh!"  I say, feeling relief sweep over me.
    That's good, right?  But, wait a minute...
    "I didn't realize you were working on Christmas."
    This is literally the only thing I can think of to say in response.
    Maybe he really isn't just saying this to