“Did you mean it?” she gasps against my mouth.
Instead of answering, I carry her to the Christmas tree,lowering us both onto that ridiculous white faux-fur rug she insisted on buying last week. “It's festive,” she'd said, eyes bright with that look that makes me want to give her the fucking world.
I lay her out beneath me, her light brown skin glowing in the colored lights. Her honey hair fans out around her head like a halo, though there's nothing angelic about the way she's looking at me right now.
I cup her face between my hands, my thumbs brushing over her cheekbones as I hover above her. Her lips are already swollen from my kiss, glossy and parted.
“I fucking love you,” I tell her, my voice rougher than I intended.
Her eyes flash with hunger at my words, and I can't wait another second. I grab the hem of her sweater and yank it over her head, revealing a red and white lace bra that barely contains her.
“Fuck,” I growl, lowering my mouth to the swell of her breast.
I reach behind her, unclasping with one hand while my other slides up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. The bra joins her sweater somewhere on the floor. I cup one breast, my thumb circling her nipple until it hardens into a tight peak.
“Beck, please,” she whimpers, arching into my touch.
“Please what?” I pinch her nipple, watching her squirm beneath me.
“Touch me.”
I slide my hand between her legs, finding her already wet through her panties. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she hisses, grinding against my palm.
I hook my fingers into her waistband,dragging her skirt and panties down her legs in one rough motion. She helps me, kicking them off until she's completely naked beneath me, her silky golden-brown skin glowing under the pulsing lights.
Standing up, I strip quickly. T-shirt, sweats and boxer briefs quickly shed until my dick springs free, hard and aching for her.
I take a moment to admire her naked body, spread out beneath me on that ridiculous fur rug. Those candy cane striped panties and matching bra I just tore off her are scattered somewhere behind me. The pattern reminds me of those fucking nails she had a few weeks ago—red and white swirls that drove me insane when she wrapped her hand around my cock.
“You know what those candy cane nails did to me?” I growl, positioning myself between her spread thighs.
“Made you think dirty thoughts?” She smirks, running her hands up my chest.
“Made me think real dirty thoughts.”
Her breath catches. I lean down, my lips brushing against hers. “I love you,” I whisper, the words still strange in my mouth but undeniably true. “I fucking love you, Hennessy.”
My eyes catch on the Christmas lights twinkling around us, and suddenly I know exactly what I want to do to her. I reach up, grabbing a string of lights from the lowest branches of the tree and tug the plug out of the wall.
“What are you doing?” she asks, watching as I unwind them from the pine branches.
I don't answer. Instead, I take her wrists gently in my hands, pressing them together above her head. Her eyeswiden as I begin winding the string of lights around them, binding her with the cord.
“Beckham...” There's hesitation in her voice as I secure the lights, wrapping them up her forearms in a crisscross pattern that’ll make her skin glow red, green, and yellow gold.
I pause immediately. “If you want me to stop, just say so.”
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. “No,” she whispers. “I don't.”
“That’s my troublemaker,” I murmur, finishing the binding with a tug that makes her gasp. I plug the lights back in, and suddenly she's illuminated beneath me, arms bound above her head in a twinkling display of Christmas colors. “Fuck, you look perfect like this.”
I trail my fingers down her body, between her breasts, across her stomach. “All wrapped up like a fucking gift.”
Her hips buck up, seeking contact. “Please.”
“Please what?” I lean down to bite her nipple, making her cry out. “Use your words, baby.”
