"Good." His hand trails possessively over my hip. "I want you thinking about this. About me."
"I don't think I could stop if I tried."
We lie there in comfortable silence for a while, just holding each other. Eventually, he speaks.
"I love you," he says quietly. "I know it's fast, but I do. I'm in love with you, Maren."
My heart swells. "I love you too. I have for months."
"Good." He pulls me closer. "Because you're mine now. And I don't share."
The possessiveness in his voice makes me feel warm and wanted and safe.
"I need to go back," he says reluctantly. "Finish setting out presents."
"Want help?"
He looks surprised, then pleased. "Yeah. I'd like that."
We get dressed, slip out into the cold night air and cross to the main house together. The Christmas tree lights are still on in the living room, casting everything in a warm glow, and I can see the stack of wrapped presents waiting to be arranged.
This is real. This is happening.
We head inside, hand in hand, ready to make Christmas magic.
4
Henry
The last present is arranged perfectly under the tree, Santa's cookies have strategic bites taken out of them, and the carrots for the reindeer are appropriately nibbled. Everything is ready for Lilliana's Christmas morning.
Everything except me.
I'm standing in my living room at midnight on Christmas Eve, watching Maren adjust a bow on one of the presents, and all I can think about is getting her naked again.
She looks up and catches me staring. "What?"
"You're beautiful."
She laughs softly. "You just saw me naked like twenty minutes ago."
"And?" I cross to her, pulling her up from where she's kneeling by the tree. "I could look at you forever and it wouldn't be enough."
Her breath catches as I back her toward the couch. The Christmas tree lights cast her in a warm glow—all gold and shadow and soft curves I want to explore again.
"Henry," she whispers. "We just did it."
"I know." I cup her face and kiss her slowly. "But I want you again. I'm going to want you again in an hour. And tomorrow. And every day after that."
She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my cock. "You're terrible."
I pull her sweater over her head and groan at the sight of her breasts. Still no bra. "And very, very lucky."
I lower my mouth to her breast, and she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair. I love how every kiss draws these perfect little sounds from her throat.
I pull back just long enough to strip off my thermal. "I want to fuck you with the Christmas lights on."
I peel her leggings down her thighs along with her panties, and then she's naked on my couch, lit by multicolored lights, looking like the best Christmas present I've ever received.
