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her again.
    This time he didn't bother with gentle. He
crushed her lips under his and took what he wanted.
    She didn't struggle, just opened up to him
with a sexy little mewl in the back of her throat. He stroked his
tongue along hers in an erotically charged dance, keeping her off
balance as he gathered one of her legs up against his hip. His
fingers hooked behind her knee for the lift then slid under the
velvet.
    She gasped at the bold touch but didn't stop
him. His hand slid higher as he moved to nibble on her lower lip,
then planted small kisses along her jaw. His sharp teeth nipped
lightly at her earlobe as his fingertips smoothed over the rounded
curve of her ass.
    Oh my god, she wasn't wearing panties. Cy's
arousal hit the stratosphere. So much for the 'touch me not'
attitude, she'd come out expecting some action! He moaned against
the soft skin of her throat and ground his hips against her. A red
mist descended. All he could think about was busting his cock into
her willing softness. He literally ached, shaking from head to foot
as his fingers ventured further.
    "Oh yeah baby, that's it," he murmured in
encouragement as she whimpered and rocked her hips against his
hand. Then, finally, he reached his goal and swept his fingers
along her feminine folds. But, instead of the arousal slicked cleft
he was expecting, his fingers touched hot, damp satin.
    She was wearing a thong.
    He should have been disappointed but,
bizarrely, he wasn't. He was relieved she wasn't some bored and
easy housewife looking for a cheap thrill. He pressed against the
heated satin covering her clit and was rewarded with a shuddering
whimper.
    "Oh...yes, god yes."
    Cy changed the pressure, rubbing in tiny
circles over the sensitive flesh until she was gasping and moaning
in his arms. Her hips rocked against his hand. A silent demand for
more.
    "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you baby?" he
whispered against her ear then kissed behind it, seeking the spot
there that made her squirm in pleasure. His free hand smoothed up
her curves and cupped her breast.
    "Fuck, you've got great tits. All I can think
about is kissing them and sucking on your nipples..."
    "Mhhhmmm," was her only response and the
satin under Cy's fingers grew hotter and wetter as her arousal
increased. She was so sensitive it was unreal. "Yes, please. The
dress...stretches." The Pixie didn't need a second invitation.
Within a heartbeat he hooked his fingers into the neckline of her
dress and pulled it down. Fabric tore, ripped in his haste, but Cy
didn't care. He was too busy staring at the glorious sight revealed
to him to care about anything else.
    The perfect mounds of her breasts rose above
a delicate lace demi-bra designed to drive any red- blooded man
wild. Cy's mouth went dry. He reached out a shaking hand to trail
his fingertips along the satin edging of the cup.
    She didn't say anything, didn't make a move
to stop him. Instead her head dropped back, her eyes fluttering
closed as she willingly gave herself up to his touch.
    Yes ! She was his. Cy snapped out of
his trance and moved in for the kill. Anyone could walk past and
break the mood. And he knew if that happened he'd never get her
back into his position. Not easily anyway, certainly not offering
him her half-naked breasts whilst he had his hand up her skirt.
She'd be too embarrassed.
    Whatever magic had her here now he didn't
know and he didn't care. Might—or guile—made right.
    "You're beautiful." His whisper was heartfelt
as he bent his head to place a gentle kiss on the soft, creamy
flesh of her cleavage. Christmas Eve and he had a willing woman in
his arms. That had to be the best Christmas present in the
world...well, bar being part of a family. That was the thing
Cy wanted most in the world. To feel like he belonged again. This
wasn't it but, for a little while, he could pretend.
    It was the work of a second to slide his
fingers into her bra and push the lace out of the way. A sigh
whispered from his lungs as her