“That one’s...” She nudges her nose along my jawline. “One of my favorites.”
“Is that so?”
I brush my lips over hers, and she slides her hands around my neck and into my hair. “It is.”
Her heartbeat thunders under my fingertips when my hands fall from her face, grazing her neck on the way to the buttons of her sweater. “Got a Christmas wish, baby?”
“Sure do.” Brown eyes darken as she draws my mouth down to hers.
Hungry, I take everything she gives up, exploring and devouring. Her hand tugs at my button-down flannel, and I haul it off my back, leaving behind my T-shirt.
“What about Maise?” CC breathes, her forehead resting against mine.
“She’ll be out like a light, but we can check on the way to my room, if you want.”
“Please tell me your bedroom door locks.”
“Absolutely it does. You sleeping over?”
Brown eyes search mine. “I want to, I really do.”
I haul her onto my hips before she gets another word out, taking the steps two at a time. We pass Maisey’s room, and I crack the door to check she’s asleep.
Out cold.
She’s always been a good sleeper. Happens, I suppose, when you run at a mile a minute all damn day.
“Satisfied?” I ask.
She simply nods, her gaze snagged on my face. Her fingers explore my neck, hair, and every angle of my face on the way to my room.
My heart thunders under her scrutiny.
Will she like what she finds? Will we make this work?
And what happens to my heart, to Maisey’s, if it doesn’t?
Nope.
Past that point.
Life is full of risk. And damn, I haven’t wanted a woman this way ever in my entire life. That has to mean something.
I close the bedroom door softly behind us and flick the lock. “Just you and me.”
“Good.” Her mouth meets mine the second the syllable leaves her lips.
I spin and pin her to the door.
She releases a little moan in my mouth, and I’m hard as fuck. Desperate for nothing between us.
Hands start tugging at my T-shirt. And I let her struggle for a little while I taste that sensitive spot beneath her ear, every inch of her soft neck, and then dip to her collarbone.
I don’t let up until I have her writhing against the door.
“Qui—” A whimper tumbles from her as I nudge her chin up with my nose and mouth.
We are making this last.
