She fits perfectly, like she was designed specifically for this spot.
“Comfortable?” I murmur.
“Very.” Her hand tentatively splays across my chest, right over my heart. “Is this okay?”
Heat blooms beneath her touch and it's definitely harder to inhale normally.
“More than okay,” I rasp as I press a kiss to her hair. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”
“I'm a little wired. Maybe the sugar.”
Maybe it's this electrical current between us. I feel exactly the same.
“Then just rest. We've got all night.”
She settles deeper into my side with a contented sigh. The fairy lights twinkle overhead. The waterfall murmurs its constant song. The piano plays something soft and dreamy.
Liberty Cruze is in my arms, trusting me with her safety, her sleep, her vulnerability.
I'm the luckiest guy in the world.
I'm also deeply consumed with the weight of the responsibility of her happiness.
“You fit perfectly,” I say quietly.
“You're made for snuggling. I bet you're really warm at night.”
“I bet you're going to put cold feet on my legs.”
She laughs softly. “Not if you don't want me to.”
“I definitely want you to. That's what I'm here for.”
Her hand smoothes over my shirt and for a beat, I wish I'd have left it in my bag. But this is about her comfort. NOT about having sex.
“You didn't have to wear a shirt.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I did. You touching my bare skin one more time tonight would have put my engine in the red zone. This is safe. This is cozy.”
Her fingers creep down my chest toward the hem and I grab her hand. “Someone's naughty. If you're not careful Santa will leave you a lump of coal.”
She tugs her hand free and goes for the hem again. “Santa doesn't know where I am.”
“But I do.” I grab her hand and bring her palm to my mouth for a kiss.
She moans softly when I dance my tongue over the soft skin.
“Is that helping your cause, because it's not helping mine. Your tongue is dangerous, big guy.”
I groan at myself. Idiot, but I don't stop. As a matter of fact, I lick between her fingers, earning a gasp from her.
“Oh my god, that feels so erotic.”
“Tomorrow,” I say, my voice husky and full of promise, “I'll taste every inch of you. Every soft, sensitive place. I'll eat you like you're my last meal. I'll make you come so hard you'll scream until you're hoarse.”
Her whole body trembles. “Cozy just became a forest fire.”
She's not wrong.
