Mistletoe and Margaritas by Shannon Stacey Read Free Book Online

desperation in his eyes and lifted her head to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip before she let him go. “I am so ready.”
    She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper as he sat back on his heels and she closed her eyes, stretching like a cat on a sunny windowsill. She hadn’t felt so good in…a long time, and she savored the loose, languid feeling in her muscles. She could get used to this again.
    Justin’s mouth closing over her nipple made her jump and she opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her. She ran her heels up over his calves, letting him settle between her thighs. She gasped as he slowly filled her, lifting her hips as he pressed deep.
    She ran her hands over his shoulders and back, feeling the fine sheen of sweat coating his muscles. “Justin…”
    “God, you feel amazing.”
    She wanted to say more—something about how he felt pretty damn amazing, too—but he was quickening his pace and she couldn’t breathe and it was all she could do not to scream his name.
    The orgasm hit her and maybe she did scream then. She didn’t know. Didn’t care. All she knew was that her body was screaming yes yes yes like Meg Ryan in that movie and she didn’t want it to stop.
    When it did stop, Justin collapsed on top of her and panted against her neck, she sucked in a deep breath and held it for a long second before letting it back out. Oh, yes, she’d wanted that. Needed that.
    And once he made a quick trip to the bathroom and returned to wrap himself around her—after fighting Moxie for the pillow once she deemed it safe to enter the bedroom again—she drifted off to sleep with a silly smile on her face.
     
    Justin opened his eyes just long enough to register where he was and focus on the empty pillow beside him, and then closed them again. Shit. He was in Claire’s bed.
    Brendan’s bed.
    “Son of a bitch,” he muttered, even as memories of the night before played through his mind like an X-rated slideshow. It had been nothing short of amazing and he wanted to do it again. As soon as possible. Now would be good, though from the mouthwatering aromas drifting into the bedroom, she was already up and working on breakfast.
    After rolling onto his back, he stretched his arms up over his head and opened his eyes again. He’d been in her bedroom before and remembering that made him realize he hadn’t technically spent the night in Brendan’s bed. A few months after the accident, Claire had gotten rid of their queen-sized bed and replaced it with a double. When he’d shown up to help her set it up, she’d explained she wanted the extra space in the room. To his eye, the difference wasn’t worth the effort and he suspected she’d been hit by a need to be rid of the bed they’d shared.
    He jerked sideways and almost fell off the bed when something furry brushed his armpit. “Jesus, Moxie! Meow or something before you do that.”
    The cat headbutted him in the chin a few times before jumping off the bed. When she squeezed through the slightly open door, it opened wider and let in the mouthwatering aroma of a good, old-fashioned breakfast. With bacon.
    As good as it smelled, he hoped it wasn’t ready to go on the table yet because he needed a few more minutes before he could face what they’d done. What he’d done.
    “Ten minutes,” she yelled from the kitchen.
    He didn’t have to wonder how she knew he was up. If there was a sleeping human to be found, her cat wouldn’t be budged from his or her side. As soon as Moxie left the bedroom, she knew he was awake.
    Thankfully, he managed to slip from the bedroom into the bathroom without having to make eye contact, since she was busy at the stove. He shaved and showered, pulling a set of clean clothes from “his” shelf in her linen closet. He crashed on her couch often enough so it make sense for him to keep some stuff there, but it was a one-bedroom and they couldn’t very well share a dresser drawer. That would be weird.
    Like sleeping