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Her gaze fell to where he thrusted into his hand. “Oh my god, Luke.” Her eyes boggled. “No wonder that felt so good when I rode it the other day.”

“Christ, she does dirty talk.” He gave his dick a few more hard pulls. “I’m about to detonate all over my fingers,” he warned. “And it’s all your fault. I swear to God I’ve never come so fast in my life from my own hand.”

“Do it,” she whispered. “I want to see.”

That was all it took. With the scorching heat of her gaze on him, he came seconds later in several long, hot, pulsating spurts.

It wasn’t sex, but that was just playing with words. Reality was, he’d crossed the line he’d sworn not to cross a while ago.

December 24th

Anna stretched out on the bed, smiling to herself as her foot came across a warm body.

“What are you doing, taking up so much of my bed, huh?”

She reached over to stroke Jack’s soft fur, yet even as he purred, as he nuzzled into her hand, she had to acknowledge there was a body she would have preferred to find in her bed; built, rippling with muscle. Attached to it, a face that had filled her dreams last night. Hooded green eyes, sensuous mouth glistening from her juices. She hadn’t been able to look away as he’d thrust his magnificent erection into his hand, transfixed by the veins on his forearms, the bulge of his biceps. The tortured expression on his face.

She groaned into her pillow.

Last night had been the most erotic experience of her life. If she never had sex again, she wouldn’t care if she could have Luke’s mouth on her, watch his body shudder as he fisted himself. Better still, if she could wrap her hand . . .

“Anna?”

She jolted upright and scrubbed at her face. “You can come in.” After the intimacy of last night, it seemed stupid to talk through the woodwork. “I’m decent.”

“The two don’t necessarily go together in my book,” came the dry reply. But then the door handle turned and he stepped inside. Joggers low on his hips, a fitted long-sleeve T-shirt. Bare feet.

His eyes flickered over to her. When his gaze met hers, she knew she wasn’t the only one still thinking of last night.

He sucked in a breath and looked away. “Maybe we should have this conversation when you’re dressed. And not lying in bed.”

The devil danced on her shoulder. “But I’m all warm and cozy in here.” She nodded over to Jack. “And I’ve already got one male on my bed.”

Luke did that thing where he squeezed the back of his neck, causing his bicep to flex beneath the cotton of his shirt. “Yeah, there’s a difference between Jack and me.”

“You mean aside from the fact one of you has whiskers and a tail and is covered in fur?”

He gave her a look of disgruntled amusement. “I mean, Jack is happy to lie on your bed and sleep.”

She wanted to push him. Her heart had already taken the plunge, she already couldn’t think straight just being in the same room as him. It was hard to see how things could get any more complicated than they already were. “What would you do if you came on my bed?”

She’d been aiming for playful, but the unintentional double entendre, the husk in her voice, made it sound provocative. Like, despite the fact she was wearing reindeer pajamas, she was trying to be a sexy siren. And failing terribly.

“Don’t do this.”

Luke’s rough plea brought her up short. She might want to have sex, but he didn’t. And she wasn’t being fair by teasing him.

Still, it felt like a rejection. “Sorry.” Unable to meet his eyes, she stared down at the duvet. “Give me a minute and I’ll come join you in the kitchen.”

He let out a heavy exhale. “I wouldn’t be able to lie on your bed, Anna,” he said in a low voice, taking a step towards her. “I’d join you in it.” He took another step, and then another, until he was leaning over her, his heated gaze focused on her pajama top. “And cute as those reindeers are, I’d have the top unbuttoned and on the floor before you could blink.”

Her lips parted on a gasp. A beat later, his mouth crashed down on hers, hands cradling her face while his tongue commanded her with bold, sensuous strokes. It was a kiss full of heat, of passion. Of want and greed. The kiss of a man at the edge of his control.

As abruptly as he’d begun the kiss, he ended it, lurching upright, his chest heaving. “Is what I’d do clear enough to you now?”

Her head spun too much to form a reply. All she could do was meekly nod her head.

“I’ll see you in the kitchen.”