A Love for Eggther
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Lynn Crain
Word Count :11500
Publication Date :2011-06-19
Series : Santa's Elves#4
Heat Level :
- Product Code: 00311
Can lost love be found and reignite an old spark or has loneliness buried the past beneath too much snow?
Long before Angie even knew the North Pole existed, Eggther loved Edana. One day, Edana disappeared and Eggther went to work for Santa. Over time, Angie watched the little elf she came to adore and consider a close friend, be eaten away by loneliness. An idea hits her. She's fixed up many others, why not Eggther? However, a look from Santa says she's overstepped her bounds and opened a past few know anything about. How much will Angie risk to find A Love For Eggther?
"No, you aren't. I've learned since I met you everyone deserves love. And right now I need to feel your body under mine."
Ardan caressed her inner arm, making her shiver in anticipation. She loved this man with all her heart and yearned for his touch. Cupping her head, he pulled her slowly toward him.
"I love you," he whispered, swooping down and claiming her mouth as his own.
Moaning in delight, she put her arms around him. "Mr. Locklin, I do believe you need to take your trembling wife to bed."
"I fully intend to do just that." Standing, he swung her up in his arms and walked to the bed.
He gently placed her on the soft mattress, quickly following her down. With a flick of his finger, he separated the front clasp of her bra and pushed it away. Caressing first one, then her other breast, he pulled on her nipples before leaning in to nip at her pliant flesh.
Arching to meet his mouth, Angie could feel the desire pulse through her body. It amazed her that each time they made love, it was like the first time, getting better with each stroke and kiss, each nip and tug. She would never have enough of this man as his hand slipped lower into her underwear to find her tender folds, rubbing seductively the jewel hidden within. Swirling around the hard nib, he pulled back.
"Undress me first."
"All right." Her voice was husky with desire. Two could play this game. Pushing him up, she smiled at him. "Why don't you stand next to the bed? Let's see if I can conjure a little magic of my own," she murmured.
Levering himself from the bed, Ardan stood next to it, his eyes smoldering with fiery passion. "No one ever said you didn't have magic."
Laughter low and husky filled the room. "You do know how to flatter a girl." Sitting up, Angie ran her fingers up his pant clad legs. "Do you want this fast or slow?"
He gritted his teeth, "What do you think?"
"I think the point is not to think. I think the point is to just feel." Slowly moving up his legs, she stopped at their juncture, paying special attention to the now growing mound hidden from her view. But not for long if she had her way. Reaching around his taunt body, she caressed his ass with her hands and rubbed her face against his front. She was only satisfied when she heard a long, low moan from him.
"Hurry up, will you already?" His voice betrayed the need that his body must be feeling at that moment.
"Good things come to those who wait," she quipped and returned her hands to the front to unclasp his jeans. She so liked him in jeans, each button a slow torture to what would be a very satisfying encounter. His heady aroma filled her nose as she pushed his clothes out of the way, her mouth moving along his smooth flesh. Before he could react, her mouth found him and she leisurely caressed the purple-colored, mushroom head of his cock, savoring each lick and taste. She had always loved his manly, salty flavor. Catching the tip between her lips and teeth, she smiled to herself at his tremble. With every lick, nip or kiss, she further branded him as her own.
"Be careful, woman. I want to come in you, not all over you," he whispered and pushed himself even deeper inside her willing throat.