His lashes lower, his tongue tucking into the corner of his mouth. “Good, I want more,” he replies hotly.
Then he turns me toward the bed.Oh my god.
A strand of Christmas lights lays coiled on the duvet.
“We can have some fun with those later.”
That tone he used…
Oh boy.My hands tingle as my nipples turn to diamonds below the soft cotton of his T-shirt.
“Can we bring those out to the great room with us?”
The way his gaze smolders, makes me clamp my knees together. “Like I said, Liberty. You can have whatever you want.”
“Except climbing on the ladder?” I wink at him.
He growls at me. Literally growls before he backs me up and pins me to the footboard of the bed with a searing kiss.
Wow.Spence knows how to dominate me in a way that turns me to lava, all while making me feel safe.
I love it. Everything about it.
When he pulls back, he grabs the lights with one hand, my waist with his other, and picks me up.
I giggle the whole way to the great room, until he silences me with another burning kiss as he places me onto the gigantic leather sofa right in front of the tree.
There’s a fire snapping and popping in the gigantic hearth. The tree is glowing with festive lights. Baby It’s Cold Outside is playing.
On the table is a massive tray of food, complete with little heating trays of some kind keeping breakfast at the perfect temperature.
“I’m really impressed. As usual.”
He lowers himself onto the sofa beside me, man-sprawling in the best way, and I feast on him. Not the food.
I toe his thigh, feeling the muscles below his pants respond by bunching up.
“Santa was good to me.”
He moves the tray between us. “Oh, and you haven’t even gotten your present yet.”
“Guess I should eat so I have my strength.”
He grins wicked, then deposits a square package in front of me. The box is wrapped in silver paper with a bright red ribbon tied around it.
“Wait. What? Where did that come from?”
“You’ll just have to look inside.”
I swear my pulse stalls. The box is about four-by-four and has my full attention.
He’s watching me with the sweetest smile.
“I feel bad.” I look up at him. “I don’t have anything for you.”
Spence leans over, capturing me by wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me into a slow kiss. “Yes you do,” he whispers against my mouth.
I lose myself for a minute in the way his tongue finds the perfect rhythm, the exact pressure and depth to make my toes curl.
