“Yes, it is.” But I’m not looking at the tree.
Her eyes meet mine, and something electric passes between us. All the tension from the day—watching her with my son, seeing her move through my house like she belongs there, the constant, maddening distance I’ve forced myself to keep—it all converges into this moment.
And I fucking snap.
I cup her face in my hand. “I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone.”
“But Ryan?—”
“Is asleep.” My thumb brushes her lower lip. “And I’m done waiting.”
I kiss her, finally, under the half-decorated tree. She responds immediately, her body melting against mine, her lips parting. The kiss deepens, turns hungry and urgent and demanding. I back her against the wall beside the tree, pinning her there with my body.
“I’ve been thinking about this all damn day,” I say against her neck, dragging my tongue along the outer shell of her ear.
Her hands grip my shoulders. “Me too.”
I lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist, dress riding up her thighs. She's warm and perfect in my arms. I carry her to the floor beneath the tree, laying her down on the thick rug, the lights casting patterns across her skin.
“I want to see you,” I say, fingers finding the zipper of the sundress she found in the guest bedroom. “I can’t fucking wait to see you.”
She nods, lifting slightly to help me remove it. The dress slides away, revealing cotton underwear beneath. She’s perfect so fucking perfect—soft curves, skin like silk, a flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck to her chest.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, trailing my fingers along her collarbone. “Every inch of you.”
Her hands fumble with my shirt buttons. “You too. Please.”
I strip quickly, efficiently, never taking my eyes off her. When I’m down to my boxers, I lower myself over her again, the contact of skin against skin drawing groans from us both.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, kissing down her throat.
“You. Just you.”
I unclasp her bra, revealing full breasts that fit perfectly in my hands. I take one nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, drawing a gasp from her.
“So responsive,” I murmur against her skin. “So perfect.”
My hand slides between her legs, finding her already wet through the thin fabric of her panties. “Look how ready you are for me.”
She arches against my touch. “Please…”
“Please what?” I tease her through the fabric, watching her eyes glaze with need.
“Don’t tease.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she gasps. “Inside me.”
I hook my fingers into her panties, dragging them down her legs. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see that pussy.”
She complies, face flushed but eyes determined. I kneel between her thighs, taking in the sight of her completely bare before me, illuminated by Christmas lights.
“Good girl,” I praise, watching her reaction to the words. Her pupils dilate, body responding. “Look at you opening for me.Look at that glistening pussy ready and waiting for my cock. But not yet.”
I lower my head, tasting her with a long, slow lick. She cries out, hips bucking against my mouth. I hold her thighs apart, devouring her like a man starved. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to make me growl against her. I flatten my tongue on her clit as I slip a finger inside her tight pussy.
Fuck, she feels good. I need my cock inside her.
