They were here—alone

And it was Christmas—which had nothing to do with anything, except that Rachel was suddenly tempted to give herself a gift she’d been wanting for years.

 

Somehow, Lucas’s right hand slipped between them, closing gently around her left breast. Rachel caught her breath as shattering sensations coursed through her. Lucas pushed the lace cup of her bra out of the way, giving him better access to her sensitized nipple. She arched restlessly, her right knee bending, sliding up his leg.

 

“You used to slap my hand when I did this,” Lucas said, circling his thumb in a way that made her gasp.

 

“Now I’ll slap it if you stop,” she murmured.

 

His husky chuckle was a sweet reward. Lucas’s laughter was so rare these days. Suddenly his eyes darkened with an almost feral hunger and he rolled, pulling her beneath him on the hard stone floor. “I’ve dreamed about having you, here, like this,” he muttered. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

 

Rachel reached up with both hands to pull his mouth down to hers. “I want you, too,” she whispered. “Make love with me, Lucas.”