All I Want For Christmas Is You (5 page)

She pulled away from him and caressed his face. His gaze met hers, and she could see the excitement and desire in the depth of his jade green eyes.

“Let me love you.” She stated the simple words before endearing him with kisses on his shoulder.

Casey nodded. He stood tense and rigid as she placed soft kisses on his neck, licked and inhaled the clean manly scent of his skin. She took the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head exposing his injury. Following the path of his scarred skin, she began her tender process again, kissing her way down his body. She wanted to show him nothing about him was ugly. His hands unclenched from his sides. She saw him relax under her touch. Ileana traced a path with her lips across his thigh to his lower torso, where she flicked her tongue into his navel. She deftly pulled his sweatpants down his legs and took time to help him carefully get it off his injured leg. She found his cock hard and waiting. His length throbbed when she took the tip in her mouth and caressed it with her tongue.

“Oh God, Ileana, what are you doing to me?” Casey groaned. He slid his fingers into her hair as she knelt in front of him.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she took his cock deeper into her mouth to please him inch by torturous inch. Her ministrations on his member turned her on all the more. His taste was sexy and unique only to him. She enjoyed the way the muscles of his thighs and ass tightened as she licked him, the way he moaned each time she took him deep into her mouth again and again. His pleasure made her pussy wet in anticipation of having his cock buried inside her.

“No more, Ileana. I want to be inside you when I come.” His voice was gruff.

He helped her to her feet and took her hand. Together they walked to the bed and sat on the edge. While he pulled the covers back and sat, Ileana undressed with deliberate temptation, while watching the light spark in his eyes as she exposed herself to him. Her nipples were already beaded hard, and her skin felt heated even to her.

“I plan to taste all of you,” he announced.

He sat on the side of the bed and trailed his fingers from her lips down her neck, along the valley of her breasts, and down her tight stomach. She inhaled as his fingers moved lower to the very core of her that was waiting. God, his hands felt so good. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her pussy already moist and slick, as he moved his finger slowly over her clit she gasped out his name and spread her legs farther in a silent plea.

“Do you want me to touch you there, Ileana?” he asked, his fingers manipulating her clit.

“Put them inside me, Casey, please,” Ileana begged. He slid his fingers lower between the folds of her pussy and circled the entrance of her moist cavern but not fulfilling the unspoken promise of pleasure. She lifted her hips to bring his digits inside her, but he teased her the same way she had teased his cock. Ileana couldn’t take it anymore. She took his hand and tried to guide his fingers inside her. But he held his hand firm, even though she pleaded with him to release her from the exquisite torment.

“Say it again, Ileana. Tell me what you want.”

She was a woman unaccustomed to not being in control, but she knew that Casey had her under his command. She made a sound of frustration in her throat when he dipped inside in one move and removed his fingers once more before he continued to tease her. “Casey I want your fingers inside me now!”

“Good girl,” he whispered.

He buried his fingers to the hilt inside her body. She groaned when her pussy contracted around the digits and her hips pumped against his hands. He pushed deeper, and Ileana cried out in pleasure. Her hands clenched in the comforter that was on the bed. She lay back against the thick coverlet and let the sensation envelope her.

“Oh don’t stop, Casey. I’m going to come!”

“Yes, baby, come for me. You like how that feels, don’t you?”

She trembled, and her legs tensed when she reached the summit of her pleasure. He found the hidden spot inside her pussy, the one that sent her over the edge. He fucked her with his fingers hard and mercilessly until she cried out and her body spasmed and released its nectar against his hand. Ileana couldn’t help the tiny moans of completion that escaped her lips. Casey lay next to her and pulled her into his arms. Their kiss was fierce and hot, their tongues dueling and parrying for domination yet neither one surrendering. She covered him, and in one smooth thrust, he filled her with his cock. He was thick, and when her pussy sheathed him, she cried out. He filled her over and over again until the slapping of their bodies mingled with the sensual sounds escaping their lips. His hands cupped the smooth cheeks of her ass and pulled her against his cock. Ileana picked up the vigorous rhythm of his thrust and made it her own.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed as her slick wetness took him in. The muscles of her pussy clenched and released around his cock giving him exquisite torment.

Ileana grabbed his hair as he arched his neck. She sucked on the sensitive skin. She took his turgid cock inch by torturous inch and then let her pussy take the length of him. Casey raised his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth while she moved above him. Ileana gave a low cry of pleasure when the feeling shot to her core. Their harsh breathing filled the room, and he pulled her to him and impaled her onto his steel-hard cock until they both went over the edge into orgasms that left them panting and unable to move. Ileana was pliant on top of him. She had never felt such intensity in her life. When he gently slid her over, she moaned in protest of being moved.

“No don’t move, baby,” Ileana said huskily when he attempted to get up from the bed.

Instead, she went to the bathroom on shaky legs, and after she cleaned up, she came back with a warm wet washcloth to clean the remnants of their lovemaking off his body. Casey climbed into the bed and held the covers open for her. Ileana climbed in, snuggled against him, and kissed his shoulder. She felt something burning in her chest as he pulled her closer into his arms and pulled the blanket over their bodies. His sigh of contentment made her smile.
I could get used to this,
she thought before sleep pulled her to the world of dreams where Christmas came early and neither of them was alone.

Chapter Five

Christmas morning dawned with an overcast sky that released thick snowflakes which looked like soap bubbles. Casey woke up to a warm room and an even warmer woman curled by his side. The logs in the fireplace that adorned one wall of his bedroom cracked and popped. He had built up the fire last night instead of raising the temperature on the thermostat as the temperature dropped outside. They had made their own heat over and over again throughout the night. A big grin crossed his face as he watched her sleep. Early in the morning the gifts were delivered to the door. While she slept, he had gotten up and stuck the presents under the tree. He couldn’t wait to see her face when she saw the family room. He felt like a lion. He felt alive, and he wanted to roar, so he did.

Ileana sat up, her tousled hair in her face. She wiped tendrils from her eyes and looked around sleepily. “What the hell’s that about?”

“Merry Christmas.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

“Um. . . yeah, Merry Christmas to you too but the roaring as a wake up call?”

“I just felt good this morning.” Casey laughed.

Ileana flopped onto her pillows and blew out a breath. “Men. You don’t see women walking around roaring when we score.”

“It’s more than a score, Ileana. It’s you.” Casey stared at her. ‘Never call yourself just a score because to me you are amazing.”

Ileana leaned on her elbow and called him to her with a crook of her finger. When he brought his face close to hers, she gave him a soft kiss. “That makes me feel special. Now let’s go back to sleep.”

“No, no, no, we have to go downstairs. It’s Christmas morning.” Casey held the covers back while Ileana tried in vain to snuggle back under them.

“Casey!” She squeaked as he pulled the thick blankets down to the bottom of the bed. “Nothing downstairs is that important. I’ll cook for you later. Give me another hour, please! It’s not like there are presents downstairs.”

Casey was silent but raised his eyebrows.

“There’s a present?” Ileana’s voice held excitement, and Casey shrugged trying to hold on to the mystery a little longer.

Ileana squealed in delight, bounded out of bed, and ran out of the room totally nude except for the argyle socks she had put on in the middle of the night. Casey watched as the chocolate skin of her rear went from his sight.

“Best Christmas ever,” Casey murmured. Anyone who could say otherwise about having a sexy naked woman sitting under the Christmas tree opening presents would have to be crazy. He followed her out wearing only boxer shorts.

By the time he got downstairs, she was standing at the doorway looking into the room with her hands over her mouth.

“Something wrong?” Casey asked.

Ileana turned, tears shimmering in her eyes, and pointed into the room to the pile of gifts he knew were under the tree. Her expression was all he needed. This Christmas was definitely perfect. “It’s all for you, sweetheart. Wanna open them, or are we going to stand here until our parts freeze?”

Without him having to tell her twice, Ileana rushed into the room and sat on the rug. She pulled the first brightly wrapped gift into her hand. The colors were a shiny pink and silver, which he hoped she would like. He wanted her to be happy with everything down to the wrapping paper.

“Oh my God. Prada boots. Do you know how much these cost?” she exclaimed. “I can’t accept these, Casey.”

“Why not? It’s not like I can’t afford them.” He walked over to the fireplace in the room and carefully lit the logs to warm the chilly room.

“It’s not a matter of if you can afford them or not. It has to do with me not accepting a gift that I can pay three months’ rent with.”

She carefully, almost reverently, put the boots back in the tissue paper and closed the box. He came to her and sat down beside her taking her chin and turning her to face him.

“Ileana, this is my Christmas too, and it would mean so much to me if you accept my gifts. You’ve made me so happy in the time you are here, let me return the favor.”

Ileana nodded, and Casey sighed in relief. The light in her eyes was his Christmas gift. Sharing a bed with her was amazing.
Love.
The one word shot through his head like a cannon, and his eyes widened. He never believed in love at first sight, and after his ex, he definitely believed that he was meant to be alone. But in a few hours, a day or two, he knew more about Ileana than he ever had about Marissa. It scared him to no end, but Casey stubbornly pushed the thought from his head. She was here for a weekend, and after, she would go back to her other life and he to his. Maybe he’d invite her for coffee, or to spend another weekend, but he wouldn’t fall in love again, never again.

She gave a small scream when she opened the other small box and it had diamond earrings inside, and from there her delight was evident with every box she opened. A new winter coat, journals, perfume, gift cards for lingerie, and books. Casey had made an effort to cover all the bases to be sure she could have a little piece of everything she loved. By the time she was done, wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows lay strewn across the floor, and he sighed in contentment, reveling in the ambiance of the morning.

Ileana looked around at all the presents she had opened. “Casey, I can’t believe you did all this! How did you do all this and have it here on time?”

“Ah, computers are very handy things.”

“Sneaky devil.” She got up on her hands and knees and kissed him before she frowned. “I didn’t get anything for you.”

“I don’t need anything, Ileana. Watching you was gift enough for me,” Casey responded

“No.” Her voice was firm. “You deserve something special.”

“I’ll be back.” Ileana ran out of the room before Casey could even answer. He wondered if she had forgotten that she was naked, but he didn’t find her running around his house nude to be too bothersome. She returned with her purse and sat down beside him again on the chaise lounge. She rummaged through the shiny black bag.

“You know you’re still naked, right?’ he commented. “Not that I’m complaining, but do you need something to put on?”

She looked up from her task curiously. “Why, are you expecting company?”

“No, just wondering if you were chilly.”

“Nope. There’s no one here, so I’m okay.” She went back to looking through her purse. “Here it is. Hold out your hand.”

Casey held out his hand, and Ileana placed a smooth object on his palm and wrapped his fingers around it. When he opened his hand, there was a piece of amber smoothed and polished. He gave her a questioning look.

“My father gave that to me when I was six, and it’s my good luck charm,” Ileana explained. “I had nightmares, really bad nightmares. He didn’t know then that I had been molested by his best friend, so it manifested in my dreams as him being a monster. There came a point when I couldn’t even sleep in my own bed. So my dad gave me this to protect me from the monsters. Until he found out the monster was so called Uncle Don. I held onto this while he . . . well, you know.”

“Ileana, you don’t have to continue,” Casey said softly. The thought of a small child being hurt like that, especially Ileana, made him want to find the bastard and kill him.