"Isn't Christmas supposed to be fun?" That's the one thing Gemma Alexander keeps asking herself as she sets up the lodge Christmas tree. She expects a lot of business with everyone in the Paradise clan returning home for the holidays. She didn't expect two of her old high school sweethearts to show up, ready to renew an old acquaintance.
If Merrick had told Matt that Gemma would plop down on his lap and kiss him stupid before dinner, he wouldn't have believed it. Hell, if he'd known telling her so little of their missions would make her react like this he may have said something a week ago. Still, there was something to be said for anticipation.
Matt took over the kiss when she nibbled his lips. Opening his mouth, he slid his tongue inside her mouth, reveling in her exquisite taste. The scent of raspberries and vanilla clung to her. Probably from the pies she'd baked for the guests earlier. He managed to keep things rather tame until she wriggled on his lap, grinding her hips against his in a blatant invitation.
Standing, he almost smiled when she wrapped her legs around his waist and nibbled her way over his jaw to his ear.
She whispered breathlessly in his ear, "The bedroom is out the door and to the left. You can't miss it."
Matt wasn't anyone's fool. He headed for the door, barley able to keep from running.
Lying back on the bed, he cupped the back of her head, tilted it to the side and suckled her neck.
Gemma groaned when he moved his lips to her ear and laved the delicate shell. She shivered, goose bumps covering her arms as his hands skimmed down their length. Moving his hands to her hips, he pulled her tight against him pressing his cock against her lower stomach.
Rolling over, he looked down into her eyes. "Do you want this, Gem? Do you really want this?"
She gazed up at him a glazed look in her eyes. "I want you, Matt. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember. Even when I thought I hated you, I wanted you and hated myself for it."
Gemma stood and began to undress as she smiled down at him shyly, her face turning red.
Matt didn't need an invitation, as he too stood and shed his own clothing in record time before turning with the idea to help Gemma with hers. She was already in the bed, the blankets drawn up to her chin when he turned his attention to her.
Matt smiled, almost chuckling at her uncharacteristic shyness. Even when she'd been a virgin she hadn't been this shy. The smile faded when he remembered what caused her reticent behavior. She needed a lot of care--a lot of comfort to overcome the fear those men instilled in her.
One day he would make the men pay. Now though, he intended to make her forget. At least for a little while.
Crawling into bed beside her, Matt took Gemma in his arms and held her tight, reveling in the sensation of her bare flesh against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest.
He kissed her then, poured every bit of the love he felt for her into it. His hands skimmed over her back, moving around to cup her breasts, gently pulling and twisting her distended nipples.
Gemma groaned into his mouth when his hands slid over her gently rounded stomach. His cock bucked at the knowledge that she must still practice her belly dancing. It had been both a source of desire and pride that she'd been able to dance privately for him--and most likely Merrick as well.
When his hand brushed the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, she opened her legs, and groaned as his fingers gently swept past the moist, plump lips between her legs. He stroked her flesh tenderly, his finger and thumb grasping her clit and pulling gently as he thrust his tongue into her mouth and swallowed her cries.
So intense was his own pleasure, Matt couldn't stop himself from groaning into her mouth. He spread the soft folds of her nether lips and slipped his fingers inside her, while his tongue danced with hers. Gemma turned her head, sobbed against his shoulder as he leaned down to kiss her breasts and suckled her diamond hard nipples.
Matt worshipped her with his lips as his fingers danced over her smooth flesh. His fingers slid in a circle over her slick flesh, around her pulsating clit, until she writhed against him totally mindless and covered in a thin sheet of perspiration. He purred against her breast, laving the tight bud at its crest.