Melting point by Rakhibul hasan CPSI (best beach reads of all time .TXT) 📕

She whimpered, tearing her mouth away and throwing her head back.

His mouth immediately sought the pulse in her throat. And when he flicked his thumb over her clit, she went off like an explosive.

Her heart slammed against her chest and her head spun from the intensity of her climax. Pressing her head against his shoulder she closed her eyes. Maybe this wasn’t so crazy after all.

If anything, it was crazy that it had taken her so long to find a man who could make her feel like this.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, softly, his words hot against her ear.

“Just how fantastic that was.” She gave a husky laugh. “And how I can’t wait to ride

you.”

Tony almost came in his pants at her words. Damn, if she wasn’t just the sexiest thing. He never knew what would come out of her mouth—found that he looked forward to hearing what she’d say next.

“I want you, Heather,” he muttered, and reached behind her neck to untie her halter dress. “I want you riding me.”

Her dress fell down to her waist, revealing a black strapless bra. He reached behind her again to dispense with the unwanted barrier.

A moment later he reached for her breasts but she scooted away. “Hang on.”

She giggled and leaned forward to open the glove compartment. Her ass bobbed in his face and he groaned, reaching to unfasten his pants.

God he wished they had a nice bed to do this in, so he could fully explore her body. Taste every inch of her.

He pulled his cock free from the slit in his briefs and stroked the swollen length. It helped, if just a bit, to ease some of the frustration.

“Here we are.” Heather slid back onto his lap, her gaze immediately going to his lap. “Wow. So beyond the six inches.”

He was too turned on to even laugh, just watched as she rolled the condom onto his cock. Her red nails moving rapidly in the process.

“I’ve wanted you since the barbeque.” The confession was past his lips before he even saw it coming. “Since we were dancing, but not dancing, together.”

She stilled and lifted her gaze. “Really?”

He touched a strand of her hair, sliding it between her fingers before tucking it behind her ear.

“Really.”

“Well. I should tell you that I was more into you than I should’ve been, too. I was very much attracted to you, Tony. Then and now.”

A thrill of possessiveness rocked through him, and then surprise at the unfamiliar emotion.

“I’m glad I didn’t know that at the time, or I might’ve broken my own rule not to move in on another guy’s girl.”

“You’re trouble.” She gave a husky laugh and pulled off her panties and tossed them to the side.

Next she settled her knees on the leather seat on each side of his thighs and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He needed to be inside her. Now. Tony slid his hands to her hips and urged her downward.

With her dress gathered around her waist, breasts and thighs bared, she licked her lips and lowered herself slowly onto his erection. The heat of her channel gripped his shaft, dragging him deeper into her tight wet center.

Tony closed his eyes and lifted his hips, groaning as he thrust fully up into her.

Once she was fully seated on his cock, she let out a shuddering sigh and then continued to breathe raggedly. Her hands toyed with the hair on the back of his head as they both remained still to savor the moment.

When he opened his eyes again, her breasts were directly in front of his face and he let out a soft growl.

Leaning forward, he licked one pink tip. He loved the moan she made, and the way her nipple hardened further under his gaze. Smiling, he did it again.

Heather let out another gasp and ground down on him, starting to move slowly back and forth.

“Yes.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing them and thrusting up into her.

They set a rhythm, rocking against each other as snow hit the windshield, but no longer melted. The car was already cocooned by white.

“Tony.” She gripped the lapels of his suit and threw her head back. Her body clenched around his cock as she orgasmed once more, her frantic cries absorbed in the car.

Tony slid his hands to her hips and took over, thrusting up into her. Harder. Faster. His sac tightened and he pulled her harder down onto his cock, burying himself deep.

“Heather.” He choked out her name, pressing his face against her shoulder as he came. His body shaking from the aftermath.

Her hands smoothed down his back and she kissed his forehead.

When his mind finally cleared, he focused his gaze past her at the window covered in fluffy white snow.

The radio was blasting out Here Comes Santa Claus and his mouth twitched.

You and me both, buddy.

Heather pushed the hair off his forehead and smiled. “I have to say that was even better than I thought it would be.”

He looked at her. Her flushed cheeks, swollen mouth, and her beautiful eyes that were still shining from her orgasm.

“That’s an understatement,” he said softly and touched her cheek.

Something flashed in her gaze now. Awareness. Unease. She slid off him and recovered her panties. In record time she’d pulled them back on and tied her dress back into place.

“Hey, we can just head back to Seattle,” she said, settling into the passenger side. “We don’t have to go over the pass.”

What? In the midst of tucking himself back into his pants, Tony froze. “You don’t want to go see your cousin?”

She blew a strand of hair off her forehead and then bit her lip.

“It’s not that,” she finally admitted. “I just feel like I swindled you a bit. And now that we’ve… well there’s really no need for you to go through with this. I’m sure you can’t wait to get home.”

His stomach twisted with a sudden fear. Would she want him to even call her later? The idea of not seeing her again made it difficult to breathe.

“Is that what you want?” He forced the words out.

She gave a soft laugh and looked at the snow -covered window. “No. I won’t lie. That’s not what I want. But I understand how guys think. We had this chemistry. I went all sluttastic on you and now you’re probably itching to get away and fast.”

The music shifted again. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas… Tony stared at her, saw the way her body had gone tense in defense.

Maybe in fear? His own muscles relaxed with relief. She thought he wanted one

screw and then he’d run? She was so wrong. So completely wrong.

“Heather,” he said softly and reached out to capture her hand. “Look at me.”

She turned her head, almost reluctantly. Her expression was nothing but a blank slate. But Tony wasn’t fooled. He’d heard the insecurity in her words.

“The only place I want to go is to Peppertown.” He smiled and squeezed her fingers. “For some damn good eggnog and to get to know you better. A hell of a lot better.”

She blinked, dark lashes seeming to sweep in slow motion over her surprised blue gaze. “You mean that?”

“If I didn’t, if you were just going to be a one time fuck, I’d turn this car around and hightail it back to Seattle.” He searched her face and then said, “I’d love to go spend time with you and your family. If the offer is still open.”

She licked her lips and then smiled. “It’s very much open.”

He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her mouth. “Then lets chain up, see if the pass is open yet, and get on our way.”

***

Heather nursed a mug of eggnog in her hand and watched the scene unraveling before her. She shook her head. Never in a million years could she have imagined this.

Tony knelt down next to the Christmas tree, rubbing the ears of the new cocker spaniel Adam had given Christy for an early present.

Next to him, Adam sat arranging presents beneath the tree as the two men talked. They’d been talking all night. Had hit it off instantly. Now that all the guests were gone, they were still talking.

“I’m so glad you guys got over here okay,” Christy said, suddenly appearing at her side. “You know the snow is getting so deep they’re talking about the pass being closed for a few days. Maybe until after Christmas.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, cuz. I should’ve realized this might happen. We can get a hotel.” “Absolutely not. You guys can stay here.”

“But you only have one extra room.”

Christy nudged her in the side. “Don’t even tell me that’s a problem. I’ve seen the way he’s been watching you all night.”

Heather’s stomach flipped and her pulse fluttered. Had he really been watching her? Her face warmed as she thought about what had happened back in the car.

“We did something crazy on the side of the road,” she confessed, never having had secrets with her cousin. “Like Bow-Chicka-Bow-Wow crazy.”

Christy burst into laughter and shook her head. “Well, there’s a nice way to stay entertained while the pass is being cleared.”

“Christy, we barely know each other,” Heather muttered. “He’s Barry’s co-worker. We met under weird circumstances.”

“I don’t care how you guys met. You need to keep him.” Christy turned to look at Tony again. “I like him. A lot.”

So do I . The idea was more than a little freaky. She hadn’t liked a guy this much since… oh, ever.

Tony looked up just then and caught her watching. He arched a brow and his mouth curved into a slow smile. Butterflies took root in her belly again and she bit back a sigh.

“I’m going to take Adam up to bed,” Christy whispered, and gave her arm a quick squeeze. “The room is all ready for you guys. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Adam saw his new wife approach and stood up. “Bed?”

“Yes.” She grabbed the puppy and then her husband’s hand. Christy gave Heather one last wink, before the couple hurried toward the staircase and disappeared a moment later.

Heather turned back to Tony and discovered him approaching her. Her heart leapt into her throat and she drew in a slow breath to steady her pulse.

“I told you that eggnog was good,” she murmured nervously. Nodding to his glass. “Could you taste the rum?”

“A bit hard not to. It was excellent eggnog.” He set his mug on a nearby table and then reached for hers and did the same.

“What are you—?”

“You’re under the mistletoe,” he explained, before his head dipped and his mouth covered hers.

Heather softened against him, her hands sliding around his waist as she kissed him back. And not for the first time since he’d picked her up tonight, she felt like she was drowning. Drowning in sensation. In emotion. In the possibilities.

He lifted his head and his gaze met hers. “Thank you for inviting me over here.” “We may be stuck for a few days,” she said weakly. “Possibly even Christmas. The

pass is going to be closed. Longer this time.”

“I heard.” He cupped her face in his large hands, making her feel impossibly small. “And I have to tell you I kind of like the idea.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I’ve got nowhere I need to be. But are you okay with it?”

“I’m… more than okay.” She gave him a slow smile, her chest expanding with joy. “Especially if we have a repeat performance of what happened in the car.”

“There is no if.” He brushed his thumb over her mouth. “You know, when I woke up this morning I never could have predicted this. That I’d be here. With you. Finally.”

Finally. The admission almost made her melt.

“Let’s go to bed and heat things up.” He winked and led her up the stairs. “Cause, baby, it’s cold outside.”

She laughed softly. “Cheeseball.” “Might wanna get used to it… ”

Author Biography

Shelli is a New York Times Bestselling Author who read her first romance novel when she snatched it off her mother’s bookshelf at