She didn’t reach the cold, hard pavers.
Two strong male hands grasped her waist, lifted her, and set her on her feet. A deep, attractive voice asked, “Are you okay?—You’re not. You’re freezing and your shoe is broken. Let me help you. I’m here for you.” He held her shoulders, taking some of her weight as Simi limped to face her rescuer.
She looked up and into the eyes of a gorgeous man. Strands of his thick dark hair glistened in the light, thrown off by the strings of fairy lights threaded through the branches of the trees lining this part of the sidewalk. The sleet lent a sheen to these strands and lit him up as if he, too, was a Christmas decoration. Simi gazed at him. She drank in the perfect features of his face. Her eyes dipped to take in his obviously muscled body under his clothes. His overcoat hung open over a black suit. He wore a gleaming white shirt and a black bow tie.
“I’m fine, thank you,” her voice scratched out.
He gave her a look just short of amused, but definitely disbelieving.
“I know otherwise. Please, it’s Christmas. Let me be here for you.”
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Emily opened the door.
The sight took his breath away. She was dressed in a simple, short, dark-blue shift dress, but it touched her curves exactly right. His gaze strayed to her bare thighs, and then with a smile he raised his eyes to hers.
“Emily, you look beautiful. I’m early, I know.”
She nodded and smiled. “It doesn’t matter. It’s great to see you.” She opened the door wider. “Come in.”
Chris stepped into the hall. It brought them to stand very close together. His heart pounded. Will she see my jacket move with the force of this pounding? It’s probably loud enough for her to hear. He stared at her. Conviction she was meant to be his, that they were destined for each other, gave him courage. He held out his arms.
Emily went into them, molding her body against his, her arms sliding around his neck.
The move enchanted Chris. His hips surged forward against her. He pressed his erection onto her stomach. His arms around her waist, he bent his head slowly to hers. The sexual tension between them lent an air of unreality to the atmosphere. The moment his lips met hers Chris felt as if every muscle in his body had dissolved. The floating sensation was exquisite. He savored her mouth. He soaked up every brush of her breath, every inch of her body as she pressed against him, her soft lips kissing him, her hands gentle in his hair. Delight coursed through him. Low moans from them both added to the raw sexual connection. His cock throbbed. His balls pulsed. He ran his hands down Emily’s ass to cup her there, lift and hold her to his body as he thrust the bulge in his pants against her.
Emily broke the kiss to whisper a question against his lips. “Chris, did you book dinner anywhere?”
He took a breath. The loss of the kiss pulled his mouth back to hers. He kissed her between words. “Why? No, I was hoping to take you to a quiet place a friend recommended.” He kissed along her cheek to her ear and then down her neck. Her skin was like silk. He rubbed his lips, nose, and cheek against it, tenderly, loving the scent of her.
“I thought we might stay here for a while, unless you’re hungry…I…” Her murmured words against his ear sent ripples of sensation down his stomach to his cock.
He groaned. She wanted him. He sensed it. He scented her desire. The air vibrated, saturated with sexual longing. “I’m hungry for you. I want you badly. I can’t think straight for wanting you naked in my arms. I know we’ve just met. I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “I want you, too.” She moved to take his hands. She led him down her hall to a room.
As they went through the door, Chris realized it was her bedroom. He saw the balcony window he’d stared through before.
She turned and offered her dress zipper to him. The movement of her hair released a clean yet heady perfume.
He fumbled for a second. The nape of her neck enticed him. He kissed her shoulder as he pulled down the zip. When his fingers encountered her panties he moved back to watch as she shook the dress from her shoulders, and down her arms. It slipped to the floor, past her hips. She stood before him, and his breath left him. Her bra was barely there, her panties like a tiny band of lace. He gathered her into his arms slowly, fighting down the urge to pull her to the floor and fuck her hard.
He merged his lips with hers in a kiss that closed his eyes with lust. His body heavy with desire, his cock painfully hard, strained at his clothes. The pressure of her fingers as she unfastened his pants sent a buzz of excitement over his skin. Tonight he’d worn a suit. The pants came undone easily, and her fingertips trailed over the head of his cock. A groan formed in his throat. He shuddered as she grasped his cock.
“You’ll make me come. I’m out of practice. That feels great.” His voice sounded strange. He shook as sweat beaded on his forehead.
Emily let him go carefully. “You’re hot.” She laughed. “I mean you’re warm. Let’s get these clothes off you.”
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