“My mother died in a car accident on her way Christmas shopping.”
She gasps so loud, her hand falling to her stomach and one hand flying to her mouth. She shakes her head slowly, voice soft. “I’m sorry.”
I pull her hands away from her body and take them in mine. “I know that it’s not everyone’s fault, and as you can see, my sister still loves the holiday. I’m sure that she sees it as a way to help heal herself with the good memories, but for me it hasn’t always been easy.”
“I’m so sorry, Parker. That is difficult for anybody.” I swallow hard. “That wasn’t the worst of it. She was out buying a present for a woman she thought was her friend; the same woman who was banging my father.”
“Oh my God.”
“That son of a bitch betrayed the most wonderful woman in the world, and she died trying to spread love and kindness to two people who didn’t deserve it.”
She throws her arms around me, and through her sobs, she says, “I can take everything down if you want me to.”
I hook my hands under her arms and pull her away to look into her eyes. “Oh, God, no. Please don’t. I like seeing you smile. Besides, I never felt more in the Christmas spirit until I met you.”
“You don’t have to pretend for me.”
I wipe her tears. As sad as I am for my mother, I’ve shed enough tears. The only thing I have left is my anger, and suddenly that doesn’t seem as strong with her here in my arms. “I’m not.” Her lips brush mine. I lightly caress the nape of her neck and deepen our kiss before pulling back to look into her eyes.
“We should stop,” I say, trying to gain control of myself.
“Why? Don’t you want me?”
“I want you, Caroline. I want you so damn bad that I can’t think straight, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make you mine. I’ll give you all the Christmas cheer you want.”
“We’ll make a Christmas compromise.”
“Fair.”
“But for now, I want you to let me unwrap the other delivery that came today.”
“I haven’t come just yet,” I growl, pinning her down onto the sofa.
“Please make us both come,” she begs against my lips. I hope the fuck I can. For the past week, I’ve fantasized about taking her on her holiday floor, wanting to worship her on Santa’s playground, hoping to tear her apart and hear her scream my name as I made her orgasm over and over.
I slink down her body, smiling as I run my hands over her, teasing her ever so lightly. She has way too many clothes on for my liking, but I’ll remedy that in just a moment.
I need her naked and bared to me. I grab her top and swiftly lift it over her head, revealing her lush tits to my hungry mouth. I drop my head and run my tongue along her ample breasts, sucking on her hard nipple until she’s whimpering. Her hands spear into my hair, pressing my face onto her chest. I move my head to the other and give it attention while my hand squeezes the one I just abandoned. “Damn, these are so perfect, baby.” I give them some more attention before running my lips along her chest, up to her throat, and to her pretty lips.
“Parker,” she moans.
“What do you need?” I ask.
“I want it all.”
“You’re going to get every inch until you can’t take any more, and then I’m going to give it to you again and again,” I reply with a light chuckle against her lips. “Now where was I? Ah, yes. Time to strip you completely bare.”
“What about you?”
“You want me naked?” I raise my brow and smirk. I’m grateful that I packed a change of clothes in my trunk because I unbutton the first two and then tear the rest, sending buttons everywhere. Tossing my shirt with hers and then removing my undershirt, I proudly kneel between her legs with my broad well-built chest on display for her.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “Parker.” She reaches out to touch me, but I have to stop her because I might lose control, so I grab her hands and lift them above her head, then I bend down and take her mouth in a deep kiss.
“Just giving you what you want.”
My hands slide under the waistband of her leggings, and I run my fingertips over the edge of her panties. “These have to go if I’m going to have you how I want you, my sweet snow angel.”
I drag her leggings down her legs and off onto the floor. My eyes are laser focused on the tiny triangle that forms at the meeting of her thighs. Fuck, the white cotton panties are only making me harder. My dick throbs painfully, so I loosen my belt buckle and then undo my zipper. The head of my cock peeks out from the top of my boxer briefs, needing room to breathe, and my woman reaches out with her delicate hand and gives it a gentle caress.
