“God, you’re so . . .” He trailed off as he ran his hands over my shoulders and down my chest, his thumbs brushing my pebbled nipples. I arched my back and leaned into his touch.
“You were afraid of disappointing me?” His voice dipped into a husky whisper. “I knew you’d be beautiful, but—shit, Brianna.” He grasped the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his in a hungry kiss. Chills ran up my spine at the feral look in Josh’s eyes as he lifted me by the waist and carried me into the bedroom.
A wicked grin split his mouth as he pressed me into the mattress. “Snowflakes?” Josh hooked his thumbs into my panties and inched them down my legs.
“I like Christmas panties,” I panted as he leaned over me.
“Christmas is officially my favorite holiday. And you are my favorite present to unwrap.” His lips found mine again, but this time the kiss was slow and sensual, his tongue searching and exploring, leaving me breathless and quivering.
“What about me? Don’t I get presents to unwrap?” My fingers searched for the hem of his T-shirt, and I broke our kiss long enough to yank it over his head. I gasped as my eyes drank him in. My shaky palms drifted across the ink on his muscular chest, the full sleeves of tattoos on his sculpted arms. He was a work of art, inside and out.
His smile stretched as his hands skimmed my hips.
“Like what you see, Brianna?” Josh chuckled as I sat up to paint kisses across his collarbone over his shoulder. My lips painted a trail to his chest when something made me stop.
“What’s that?” I traced the outline on his pec, over his heart.
Josh shut his eyes as a shy smile curved his mouth. “It’s a cupcake.” He grabbed my finger and traced down the middle. “See, I even had them do the swirl on top. Just for you.”
My nose burned as I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. “No more wasted time.” My voice cracked as my hands fumbled with the button on his jeans.
“No more wasted time.” He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off with his boxers in one swoop. I’d fantasized about a naked Josh from about age fourteen on, but I never gave much thought to how he’d lookreallynaked. My eyes fell to his cock, long and smooth and hard, as drool pooled at the corner of my mouth.
“If you keep looking at me like that, it’ll be over before it starts, Bri.” He kissed down my stomach and passed my navel right before he put his mouth on my clit. Stars flooded my vision as he sucked it into his mouth and slid two fingers deep inside. They curved and twisted until he found that sweet spot that, up until that moment, I’d thought was a myth. Tremors started in my spine and exploded all over my body. I screamed his name as I rode out my high, my body responding to Josh in a way it never had for anyone else.
He climbed up my body, his face flushed and chest heaving.
“Holy shit, Bri.” He reached next to the bed for his pants, I assumed for his wallet, when I caught his wrist.
“I’m on the pill, and clean. I trust you if you trust me.”
“I’m good, and I trust you. Now get over here, baby.” He grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him.
I gasped as he slid inside me, groaning as he started to move. Josh hissed as he inched all the way in and out, his mouth crashing down on mine as his body quickened the pace.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear. “With every bone in my body, I love you.” Tears stung my eyes while my throat thickened, making it impossible to respond. “I’ve loved you for my entire life, and I never stopped. Not for a second.”
I loved him my whole life, too. Loving Josh Falco was like breathing. I was born doing it and would die if I tried to stop.
A second orgasm snuck up on me, tripping his. Josh shook in my arms before collapsing on my chest.
“Wow,” I breathed and kissed his sweaty brow. “That was—”
“Incredible. Damn, Cupcake.”
I burst out laughing. “Best Christmas ever.”
Josh lay back and drew me into his side. “Best Christmas so far.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “We’re just getting started.”
Brianna
“SO . . .” AMANDA RAISEDa brow as she peered at me from across the diner booth. “How are things?”
I squinted at her goofy expression. “Things are great. What’s that look for?” I pursed my lips as I squirted ketchup on my fries.
“I haven’t seen you in a while. I guess you and Josh are, how should I say, making up for all that lost best friend time?” She snickered.
“It hasn’t been that long,” I retorted through a mouthful of burger.
