Festive Seduction: The Holiday Engagement Series Read Free Page B

They danced toward the moment when their souls seemed to twine together, their hearts beat as one. It was about the connection. About finding themselves in each other. It was about love.
    Jade swayed, her gaze dilated and her cheeks rosy. It felt as if his very soul quaked. How could a woman so strong and resilient, love him?
     
     
    Jade wanted. Everything. Anything.
    Her world became a coalescing of the flickering holiday lights, the scents of apple pie, the sound of her heart pounding in her ears and the feel of Philip’s hard body against hers. She rubbed her hands up over his shoulders and down his chest, reveling in the feel of smooth skin, the small nubs of his nipples and the rough scars.
    She wanted to kiss every one of those marks, each a badge that he’d fought to come back to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with hot cocoa.
    “Turn for me?” he asked.
    Jade nodded. Words were beyond her. Philip kept her right hand in his and spun her in place, as if she were a ballerina. Delicate was never a word someone would use for her, but she enjoyed the sensation of sailing around, held safe by his hand. Windsailing, now that was more her speed.
    The lights uncoiled from her ankles, skating across the wood floor around her. Another turn and her calves were somewhat freed. She widened her stance and twirled again and putting a sway in her hips. Her head tingled and the room spun. Her weight tipped to the side, she tensed and wind milled her arm as she yelped.
    Philip caught her and half carried her to the rug in front of the fireplace. He eased her down on the plush woven fabric, one side of his mouth quirked up. Even in her blissed out state of mind, she recognized that he didn’t even think twice about kneeling now. The prosthetic was part of their lives now. As seamless as tying her shoes or pocketing her cell phone.
    He smoothed her hair from her face.
    Two years ago she’d met Philip by accident at her dungeon’s Christmas party. She’d mistaken him for someone else, and that was it. They’d lost the whole night to learning about the other in a secluded corner. She’d shamelessly crawled into his lap and made-out with him by the end of it, feeling a bit like a kinky Cinderella, desperate to win Prince Charming over by midnight. They’d been inseparable since, sharing a love for extreme sports, comedy clubs and adventurous sex.
    She hadn’t been looking for someone to share her life with, but he’d found her anyway.
    Philip unbound her legs, coiling the lose length by her hip, casting twinkles of color across her vision. He didn’t speak, but then they’d played with each other so long words became superfluous in moments like these when the body spoke more eloquently than the mouth could.
    He grasped the waistband of her panties and drew the badly abused cotton briefs down her legs. The panties were discarded—somewhere. She didn’t care where. Philip was all that mattered. He was the axis of her world, her heartbeat, the greatest Christmas gift she’d ever received.
    Philip brushed his fingers up her inner thigh and she spread her legs, eager for a more intimate touch. He planted his hands on either side of her thighs, twisting his lower body and easing down until her hips cradled him.
    She held her breath as their gazes locked. Philip exuded nothing but confidence, though it came with a price. Relearning how to do everything, even the simple acts of lovemaking were hurtles they’d sailed over after many false starts.
    Philip pressed his lips against her mound. He held her gaze while he created a trail over her pelvis with his mouth, kissing and nipping, sometimes following the lines of her tattoos, sometimes not. Her channel clenched and her abdominal muscles tensed in anticipation. He felt so good inside of her.
    Jade curled one leg over his waist, reveling in the feel of his muscles rippling as he continued to shift,