“I am. You?” I asked, hanging an ornament on the tree.
“I won’t lie. I’ve been worrying all night long about how you felt about that kiss.”
“I went back and forth with myself a million times. Finally, I conceded that if you weren’t Jeremiah’s friend, I would enjoy it with no recriminations. And when I conceded that point, I let myself go and fantasize about it.”
He took a step closer to me. “And what did you fantasize?”
I turned to face him. “I played that moment over and over in my mind. I fantasized about what it would have been like if we had been somewhere private.”
Christian grabbed the back of my head with one hand and my hip with his other one. “And did it play out like this?” he asked, covering my mouth with his.
The kiss, though slow and exploratory, quickly became seductively tempting and heated up. Christian’s hand moved from my lower back up to my mid back, caressing right underneath my bra strap.
I pressed my body against his, and he deepened the kiss and strengthened his hold around my waist. His tongue worked slowly inside my mouth. Donny Hathaway’s “This Christmas”played in the background, and I knew the song would become my favorite.
Christian broke the kiss and held my face in his hands. “You’re so damn beautiful, Angel. Everything about you that I’ve always adored and admired made me want you to be mine. Your very being is angelic.”
He kissed me and then dragged his lips to my neck. I threw my arms around his neck as heat lit my insides. A powerful moan ripped through me as he nipped at my shoulder in the off-the-shoulder oversized sweater that I wore.
“Did you mean what you said at the tree farm yesterday? That you want me?”
“I did, and everything that comes with you.”
“Chris, I need this.” I moaned.
His hands moved underneath the back of my sweater and unclasped my bra. I tugged the sweater over my head and tossed it onto the floor.
His heavy-lidded gaze dropped to my nipples, and he brushed his fingertips against them. A chill ran through my body as my back arched, pressing further into his hands. I didn’t have big breasts, but they were a perfect handful that fit into the palms of his hands. He lowered his head and licked one and then the other.
“More,” I begged softly. My body was greedy for his touch and the feel of his mouth on every part of me.
His mouth covered my entire breast and sucked hard, and his eager fingers played with the nipple of my other breast.
My leggings suddenly felt too hot, and as he moved to my other breast, I tugged at my leggings to free myself from them. Only I became extremely self-conscious and shy when I stood before him wearing nothing but a pair of Christmas tree boy shorts.
“Damn, li’l mama. Never would have imagined you had all this ass.” His hands slid over my behind and squeezed my ass cheeks.
“You saw me in a bikini that year we all went on that vacation to the Bahamas.”
“Angel, trust me, sweetheart. I was doing everything that I could to not look at that ass on that trip. If I had, everybody would’ve been in trouble. Jeremiah and Erica would’ve been pissed at me, and the rest of our friends, too, because I would’ve fucked that trip up.”
“How?”
“Oh, you would’ve gotten fucked that week.”
“But you had a girl.”
“A girl who I could never be good enough for. And then there was you, who I was already crushing on,” he explained as he tugged my boy shorts over my hips.
“I didn’t know,” I muttered against his lips.
“I know,” he stated, sliding his fingers over my folds.
“Mmm.” I arched my back and spread my legs wider. “Christian, I need you inside of me,” I begged.
He covered my mouth with his and we kissed. “Don’t ask for what you’re not ready for,” he warned when the kiss ended.
“I’m ready for it.”
