“Hey.” She pulls me closer, so I’m flush against her body. “I’m fine. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in as I slip back inside her. She lifts her hips to meet me, but I set the pace. In and out. Deep, hard thrusts, pumping into her until I can’t go deeper. Fucking slowly. Grounding myself in her.
“That’s it,” she murmurs, wrapping her legs around my waist, arching and grinding her clit. “Take what you need.”
“Shit,” I growl. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
Something snaps inside me and I slip my hand beneath her ass cheek, holding her up while I pound her pussy, making sure her clit hits that spot she loves against my pubic bone.
I lose myself in her, in the feeling of my cock buried deep, of her warmth surrounding me, of her flesh in my palm, of her heart beating against mine.
“I’ll never lose you, Blake,” I breathe. “Never. Fucking. Lose. You.”
“Never,” she cries out.
“Love you,” I gasp against her skin. “Love you so fucking much.”
Her walls tighten around me, fluttering with her release.
“I love you too… Oh God, I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Angel. Me and only me.”
Her legs squeeze just as her pussy tightens like a vise. She gasps my name as she comes hard. The feeling of her pulsing around my cock sends me over the edge and I thrust deep, coming inside her with a groan.
I’m breathing hard. Actually fucking breathing. My chest is light, and all I see is her beautiful face, cheeks pink and mouth parted. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m so goddamn lucky. I collapse against her carefully, still holding myself up with one hand, being mindful of her injury.
I kiss her soft lips as she breathes into me.
“Stay,” she whispers against my mouth as she threads her fingers through my hair. “Stay inside me.”
My cock already starts to thicken again. I know once won’t be enough… Not tonight.
“Always,” I promise.
We shift to our sides, and within minutes her breathing evens out again. Sleep pulling her under so peacefully.
I stay exactly where I am, fighting the urge to pump inside her again. Instead, I savor the connection. Revel in her heart beating against mine while I’m wrapped in her warmth.
I can’t wait for the morning. To spend Christmas together. To see the joy on her face when she opens her gifts. To hear her tease me for being so creepy, knowing she secretly loves that side of me.
I had nice Christmas’s once I moved into the Shea’s. They always had gifts under the tree for me. Always included me as one of their own. I may have been a teenager by the time I moved in with them permanently, but it was the first years of my life where I knew without a doubt that I’d have a gift under the tree. Where I knew a nice home-cooked meal would be served. Where I knew I didn’t have to see my mother nodding off while she cried about how sorry she was that Santa didn’t come.
But being with Blake, sharing the holidays with her, is unlike anything I knew I could experience. I still don’t think I deserve a second of her time, and yet, she loves me. Loves me enough to accept my flaws and show me what the holidays can be.
She’s the only gift I need and I’ll make sure she knows that tomorrow.
CHAPTER SEVEN
BLAKE
I wakeup to a single stream of sunlight cutting through falling snow from our bedroom window and the familiar weight of Damon’s arm draped across my waist.
And he’s still inside me.
Of course he is. I’m not complaining, but I do need to pee.
