Caitlyn’s Christmas Roses

CAITLYN’S CHRISTMAS ROSES

By

Fiona Neal

© copyright by Fiona Neal, December 2011

ISBN 978-1-5-60394-581-3

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

“True, but your dad is being unreasonable, Caitlyn. He’s keeping two people who really love each other apart…unless you don’t love me anymore.” He grasped her shoulders. “If you don’t, tell me and that’ll be the end of it.”

She tried to lie. It was for his good. He should move on, but when she opened her mouth to deny her love, she confessed, “I haven’t changed my mind. I love you as much as I ever did.”

“Caitlyn,” he murmured and took her in his arms, dropping kiss on her face and neck.

It was more than her poor, starved libido could take, and it spiraled out of control.

His lips were suddenly on hers, and how the man could kiss! Then the pressure on her lips became urgent, demanding. Oh, how she’d dreamed of this moment, hungered for it, and Caitlin clung to him. His embrace tightened, and she felt her engorged breasts tingle against his chest. Her nipples drew tight, and the rough terry cloth of her robe teased them even more. She gasped, and he deepened the kiss. The towel loosened, and her damp hair fell free.

He broke the kiss and whispered, “Caitlyn, I need you.”

“I need you, too, Flynn.”

They continued kissing, and her fingers worked his tie and the buttons of his shirt. He slipped them off, then he scooped her up from the couch, and they moved to her bedroom. They he set her on her feet. He kissed her again while he untied the belt of her bathrobe and slid it from her shoulders.

When they surfaced, he stood back, and his gaze traveled the length of her naked body. “You’re so beautiful, more beautiful than I remembered.”

“Thank you,” she said. “As I remember, you were pretty buff too.” She smiled. “Refresh my memory.” 

He discarded his clothes in seconds. “So what do you think? Do I still measure up?”

“More than measure up,” Caitlyn said, as her gaze devoured his every detail of his six feet, four inches. His broad shoulders and chest tapered to six-pack abs, lean hips, powerful thighs, and well-conditioned legs. And of course, she couldn’t miss his rampant penis. Caitlyn moved closer and caressed his chest with her hands, feeling the beat of his thrashing heart.

Flynn closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. “I missed the way you touch me,” he said, pulling her into his arms. I missed everything about you.”

“I missed you, too,” Caitlyn admitted, “so much I could barely stand it,” she said, feeling his big penis against her belly, and his crisp chest teased her hard nipples. Caitlin felt moisture bathe her folds.