“Fire? I don’t think so.”
“Burning hot fire.”
“Maybe just with you.”
I loved that idea—that she’d saved her fire for me. That I was the man who encouraged her to be the scorching hot woman in my arms. I tightened my grip around her and we lay in comfortable silence.
“Thank you again for the weather house,” she said after a couple of minutes. “I know it’s breaking the twenty-pound rule but I don’t even care. I love it so much.”
It was such a small thing. Who knew it could bring so much joy? “I’m glad. I’ll have to get you something else so I have something to hand over on Christmas Eve.”
“If anyone knew what you’d given me this year, not only would they blush, but they certainly wouldn’t mind you being empty-handed on Christmas Eve. I know you came up to help Ivy, but I don’t know what I would have done without you. You’ve been the perfect partner in crime.”
I smoothed my hand down her arm. “You’d have Christmas at Snowsly handled with or without me, but I’m pleased to be able to help.” I’d had more fun that I’d thought possible, and I hadn’t been dogged with too many bad memories. Not yet, anyway.
“Not missing Barbados too much?”
“Not too much.”
She pulled out of my arms, kneeled, and hooked a leg over my hips. “I’m going to have to turn that not too much into a not at all.”
I sighed, my body completely exhausted but entirely responsive to the naked, beautiful Celia astride me.
I swept her hair over her shoulder, the silky strands pouring over her like cream. “You’re insatiable.”
“In just a few days, you’ll be gone. I need to make the most of you.”
She leaned over to get the condom on the bedside table and I took it from her. I’d be quicker and I wanted her on my cock, bucking and moaning as soon as possible. I wanted to see the Celia reserved just for me.
She melted onto my dick like ice in the sun, settling low so I was deep inside her. I had to remind myself to breathe.
How had any man who really knew how delicate and delectable, how fierce and fervent Celia really was, been fool enough to leave her?
She rocked her hips a little, back and forth, keeping me deep, keeping us close. She swept her fingers over my forehead. “You think too much.”
I cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples with my thumbs and she bucked under my touch, sending waves of pleasure into my stomach like a rising tide. Then she started to move, the undulating waves of the sea rocking against the shore. Her tightness surrounding me, pulling me in deep. All I could do was watch her wide mouth as she panted through her pleasure. All I could do was breathe in her magic.
She hooked her hands over my shoulders like she was losing strength, or maybe she was just as overwhelmed by how good it all felt as I was. I lifted her chin, sat up, and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue pressing between her lips, tasting and taking more and more. The energy shifted between us and the need for more kept calling, a voice growing louder with every passing moment. I needed to take more, more, more. I needed to give more, more, more.
I clasped her waist and began to move her, driving her back and forth on my cock. She met every one of my grunts and moans with a sound of her own. Every oh yes, right there and please don’t stop. I devoured each one.
Face-to-face, I’d never felt so intimate with someone, never felt so close to another human being in all of my life. I’d known this woman for just a few days, but it was as if tonight a curtain had lifted and I’d discovered I’d known her my entire life. I’d never felt so completely comfortable, so completely complete, as I did in this moment with Celia.
Her breaths were coming fast and heavy, like she was about to reach the summit of the mountain but was chasing sunset and had to get there as fast as possible. Her cheeks, neck, and chest were flushed from exertion. Slick heat urged us faster.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
I pulled her down on my cock, less controlled and more haphazard now as my instinct to come took over. Jesus, I couldn’t get close enough to her.
I needed more.
For longer.
I needed everything from her.
I flipped us over so she was on her back and I drove into her, giving her all I had in that moment, trying to make it even better between us. I felt her orgasm approach in the second that she did and I upped my pace. Her hands reached around her for a pillow, but they were all kicked to the floor, so I covered her mouth with my hand. The moment my palm slid into place, she screamed her climax, howling my name into my skin. I relentlessly fucked her through her climax, determined to hold onto this perfect evening for as long as I could.
I didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Not for a second.
I fucked and fucked until sweat dripped from my chest onto hers and her limp body began to shake again.
“I think I might break . . .” She panted out the words like she wasn’t sure if she could get them out. “If I come like that again.”
I shook my head, my ears ringing, tendons strained, muscles aching from needing this so much and getting it all. “I’m going to hold you together and we’re both going to break at the same time.”
I could feel every beat, every pulse, every throb of our bodies. I didn’t know where I ended and she began.
Her fingernails bit into my shoulders. We both knew we were almost where we needed to be. My climax growled to life at the base of my spine like a shot of adrenaline directly into my heart.
“Sebastian,” she called, a warning. I had to be careful. Somehow, this meant too much not to savor every last drop. Instead of using my hand, I covered her mouth with mine. A tremor passed through our bodies and we came holding each other, no space in between.
Fifteen
Celia
At some point the night before, I must have fallen asleep. Or passed out. I woke to the echo of a thousand fingerprints all over my body, courtesy of Sebastian’s hands. I opened my eyes to find my phone’s screen flashing with Howard’s name.
I bolted upright and accepted the call.
“Everything okay?” he asked. “I got a late call from you last night.”
“Yes. No. My car broke down. We’ve been stranded in Snowsville all night. We need a lift. Or a tow or something. We had to stay overnight at the Black Swan.” I resisted the urge to over-explain.
There was only one room left.
We were forced to share.
I said I’d take the chair.
But why? Howard didn’t care, and Sebastian and I were both single. It just felt a little weird because in Snowsly, they’d only ever known me as Celia and Carl. And then just Celia.
“I’m on my way. I can tow you. We’ll get you back. See you in twenty minutes.”
“Thanks, Howard. See you soon.”
I turned to find Sebastian stretching languidly, like a big cat in the sun. “That was Howard.” I swung my legs over the bed.
“I guessed, seeing as you just called him Howard.”
“Did you just make a joke? My cup runneth over. But seriously, we’ve got twenty minutes.”
He growled, reached for me and pulled my naked body against his. He was a mixture of hard and soft, and his fingertips on my arse and his tongue on my neck threatened to pull me under. “It’s not long enough. I need you in this bed until at least New Year.”