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gently bit down on the muscle
between her neck and shoulder.
    “The
plan?” Holly managed, hoarse.
    “Yes,
the plan. Tonight, let’s forget that this is really our second date.”
    “Second?”
    “I
think the community center counts as a first date. I did get to second base.”
    Fair
enough.
    Holly’s
eyes rolled back as he reminded her with a hand on her breast, slowly stroking
her tight nipple through the thin fabric of bra and dress.
    “So,
we forget that this is our second date, and I’ll spread a quilt out by the fire
and let you take advantage of me. All night long.”
    “How
generous of you.”
    “And
then tomorrow we’ll go back to our regularly scheduled order of things and
start dating like a normal couple.”
    A
couple. Holly
wasn’t sure what she thought about that, but the first part sounded good. She
could feel herself being seduced, and was surprised that it didn’t bother her
more. In one night, her normal little world could change, but all she could
think about right now was David’s body against her, hot and tight. Oh, how she
wanted that.
    David
nipped her earlobe, and murmured, “Let me fuck you, Holly Kringle. Please.”
    The
rough words were shocking, but Holly was done arguing with herself. She slid
her hands up David’s chest, pushing the open shirt off his shoulders, and then
reached up to capture his mouth with her own.
     
    DAVID
BARELY HAD THE presence of mind to pull away long enough to grab a couple of
pillows and the thick quilt draped over the back of the couch and spread them
out on the rug in front of the fireplace. Holly still looked like she was
debating the merits of the plan, but she kicked off her shoes, leaving her to
fidget in stocking-clad feet. She wasn’t going to run.
    “First
I’m going to see if you taste as fucking good as you smell. All over.” He
watched her eyes widen as David declared his intentions.
    He
didn’t give her time to talk herself out of it, but grabbed two handfuls of the
soft blue jersey and pulled her dress up, peeling it off and tossing it toward
the couch, leaving Holly standing in his living room in nothing but a black
lace bra that cupped her breasts with a lover’s touch, those black garters that
turned him into a big dumb oaf, and a tiny little scrap of lace that barely
covered the lush folds of her pussy.
    All
the air left David’s lungs in a whoosh.
    Holly
Kringle was stunning, all lush curves and creamy, lickable skin.
    She
blushed under his gaze, but let him look his fill.
    “Should
we be down here? What if Henry wakes up?”
    “The
kid sleeps like a rock. And his floor creaks. We’ll hear him if he gets up.”
    David
could see that Holly was still nervous, so he kept his touch gentle as he eased
her to the quilt, the firelight picking up the red glints in her hair as it
fanned out around her. He settled over her, and her legs parted automatically
to cradle his hips, just as they had on the couch. This time, however, there
was even less fabric between them, and the sensation of her heat and softness
against his hard cock pulled a groan from David’s chest and a gasp from Holly’s
throat as her arms came up to grip his biceps. Her skin was warm silk, her eyes
wide and filled with shy hunger, and her pussy liquid heat against him.
    Fuck , she made his head spin.
    He
lowered his head to nip her lower lip, and then sank in as her mouth opened to
welcome him in. David pressed deep, wet kisses on her until he felt her
straining up for more, her hands exploring the muscles of his back and her hips
rocking her lace-covered pussy against the ridge of his dick in a way that
threatened to fry what few brain cells he had left.
    “Touch
me,” she murmured, tearing her mouth away from his.
    David
grinned and tugged one bra strap down, following its path along her
cinnamon-scented skin with his lips. He slid a hand under her and deftly
unhooked her bra.
    “You’re
pretty good at that,” Holly said, breathless.
    “That’s
nothing.