by Pepper on November 19, 2012

Hi Readers! Here is the last installment of Positively Holly, my sexy little holiday offering. You can go back and read all five parts now, or order the free anthology download at Beackwalk Press the first week of December. That anthology — Holiday Kisses — contains stories from several other Beachwalk Press authors, and is just the perfect read to warm up your chilly winter evenings. Enjoy!

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 Positively Holly

Holly moaned and pressed her body against the length of his. She felt the stiff ridge at his groin, hardly concealed by his jeans. His frank display of male arousal excited her even more. Turning Evan on had always turned her on too. The fingers of her right hand crept down his belly to mold to the outline of his erection. She grasped him, stroking his length.

“God, Holly!” He pulled his mouth away from hers and looked down for a moment at what her hand was doing. Then he refocused on her face, his eyes locking with hers as he pushed her t-shirt up and began to fondle one bare breast. Her nipple sent amazing twinges of sensation through her body as he pinched and plucked at it, as he kneaded and caressed. He seemed to remember exactly how she liked to be touched, and she lay quiet for a moment, allowing those sensations to roll over her skin like bolts of lightning sizzling along the ground.

His eyes never left hers, but the lids grew heavy with his own desires. So she found his zipper and worked it open and released his straining member. Her fingers closed around the firm, velvety column. She swallowed thickly, imagining her lips touching him there, the way he so enjoyed.

Suddenly, there in the middle of all that sexual awareness and sensation, Holly’s heart was pierced by a resurgence of the love she had once felt for him. Evan Masters was sexy as hell, yes. But he was also a good man and a wonderful father to Nikki. He’d pretty much been shafted by a selfish, cold woman who had no regard for all his fine qualities. How Katherine could have dumped him for that skinny neurosurgeon she married, Holly would never understand.

The rush of compassion she felt toward Evan quickly transmuted to a heightening of her arousal. All she could think of was welcoming him into the warm, safe hollow of her body, the sooner the better.

“Take me, Evan. Take me now.”

He must have heard in her voice all that she was offering. It seemed he couldn’t get out of his pants fast enough. He stood and shucked them off along with his boxers, leaving them in a wad on the floor. Meanwhile Holly raised her hips and slipped out of her own jeans and panties. She was ready for him when he came to her, wanting nothing more than his beautiful cock buried deep inside her.

Evan lay alongside her for a moment, his gaze roving over her with naked admiration.

“You know, you’ve gotten even sexier since the last time we were together. How did you do that, woman?”

“Positive thinking,” she said, teasing him.

He threw his head back and laughed, but quickly his eyes darkened to pools of lust. “You ready for me, sugar?”

His fingers touched her thigh, then slid into the crevice between her legs. With only his slightest nudge, Holly let her thighs fall open, knowing he would plainly see the shimmer of her shameless arousal on her flesh. He slipped one finger between her folds. A delicious heat radiated outward from her core as he moved it inside her, testing her readiness.

“Now, please.” Her voice came out low and broken with need.

He rose over her and guided himself inside, sliding easily into her sheath. Filling her. At his first gentle thrust, Holly sighed with contentment. She brought her hips up to meet his, contracting her muscles to draw him even deeper. He groaned and thrust home again. And again.

“Feels so good,” he said, his cock sliding into her, sliding out again.

“Yes. So. Good.”

They went silent. A familiar, delicious tension began to build in their bodies. The rhythm he set was perfect for her. In only a few moments Holly felt herself cresting, her hips lifting, legs parting wider as he drove into her. She pushed against that rhythm, waiting, holding her breath. And when her release washed over her in dark, concentric waves, she called his name. He didn’t answer, but continued for several seconds to move within her. With only vague awareness, she felt him tense and shudder and then go still, half draped across her.

For several moments they lay still, drifting in the glow. She felt him roll away. When she finally opened her eyes he was propped up on one elbow, looking down into her face. He smiled, the edges of his eyes crinkling attractively.

Gosh, he’s handsome! She smiled back, her heart thudding almost audibly.

“Cold?” He reached across and grabbed the sheet and pulled it over her, tucking it under her chin.

“A little. Thank you.”

He continued to stare at her, a bemused expression on his face.

“I like your moustache,” she said. “It tickles. In a good way.”

“Glad you approve.” He seemed thoughtful still, as if weighing something carefully in his mind. His finger came up and traced the ridge of her cheekbone, ending at her ear and tracing back again. She shivered at his touch.

“What’s up?” she finally asked.

His finger dropped away. He cleared his throat. “Can you teach me that stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“You know. That Pollyanna stuff. Whatever it is that makes you so damn happy all the time.”

“Seriously?” Holly could hardly believe her ears. Was he goading her, maybe picking a fight to distance himself from the intimacy they’d just shared? She searched his face for some sign of belligerence, but his expression seemed sincere.

He nodded. “There must be something to it, ’cause you’re the best person I know.”

She laughed. “I’m the best?”

“Absolutely.” He grinned. More yummy eye crinkles appeared. “Come on, Ms. McNaughton. Teach me.”

“Okay. If you’re sure. I’m not one to cram something down another person’s throat.”

“No cramming,” he said. “I really want to know.”

“All right then.”

“All right then.” He lay back. Quiet descended as they both watched the morning light play across the ceiling, broken by the dancing shadows of the fir trees outside her window.

Holly listened to Evan’s quiet breathing, daring herself to acknowledge that a new sense of hope was unfurling in her heart. Finally she steeled herself and spoke.

“Evan, you want to come have Christmas dinner with us? My folks will be here, and Mrs. Jefferson from across the street. And Ashley of course.” When he didn’t reply, she rushed on, already regretting her apparent faux pas. She’d pushed him too far too fast, hadn’t she? “I’m doing a traditional turkey with all the trimmings, and my mom is bringing her famous deep dish apple pie. She won ribbons with that pie at the—”

His finger came down across her lips. Scooting closer, he replaced his finger with his mouth. He kissed her gently. Then he raised his head.

“Yes.” Another soft kiss. “Yes, I’ll come to dinner, Ms. McNaughton. And I’ll bring the wine.”

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Thanks so much for reading my story! I hope you enjoyed it.

Wishing you a lovely holiday season! ~ Pepper

Also posting today: Tara Mills, Drawn to You at

Posting on Tuesdays are Sidda Lee Tate (Katrina’s Christmas) and Patricia Bates (Hometown Miracles)
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