“Wake up, beautiful.”
Hm?
I drift off again in a peaceful cloud of safety.
Spence’s knuckles glide along my cheek.
“Sleepyhead,” he teases, kissing my brow.
“It feels so good.”
“You feel so good.”
He settles in behind me, wrapping an arm over my waist. His touch is hot against mine. No pajamas last night. It was wonderful being skin to skin with him.
“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs kissing along my ear.
“Merry Christmas.” I turn in his arms, burying my nose in the dip at the base of his neck. He smells good, like he always does. But this morning he smells like something different. Engine oil? Not a bad smell.
“What have you been doing?” I ask with a little yawn.
“Worked out. Made our breakfast. Want to join me by the tree for French toast?”
“Well, that’s the kind of offer I can’t refuse. But are you going to wear those gray joggers?”
He chuckles, the warm sound sending tingles to lots and lots of places.
“If you want.”
“No shirt.”
“Good thing I don’t get cold easy,” he says huskily, nipping my ear.”
He hauls me out of bed, smacks my butt and gently pushes me toward the bathroom. “Hurry up, babe.”
Ah. I’m glowing when I walk into the oversized bathroom. He’s still there, waiting on me when I return from taking care of things and brushing my teeth, but he’s not in his workout shorts now.
He’s wearing those joggers. And there are definitely no briefs below.
“Well, hello.” I wave at his cock.
He laughs, dragging me into the crook of his elbow. “You need to put some clothes on right now, angel. Or your breakfast will be long forgotten.”
“What shall I wear?” I tease.
He walks me to the large hand-carved dresser where he quickly locates one of his T-shirts. It says Go Navy on the front and has been well loved.
“Is that all?”
“That and my marks on your body, sweetheart.”
I’m sure my face is the color of the red bows on the garland over the bed.
He helps me into the shirt, hand dipping under the hem and skimming over my inner thigh, making me gasp.
“You sore from taking me so deep?”
I’m breathing a little too fast, my mouth has gone dry. “In the best way. I can take more, if that’s what you’re asking.”
