Speaking of which.
“I have another fantasy, and you better not disappoint this time.”
“You have a lot of fantasies. And what might this one be?”
“It’s Friday.” I start to unfasten her jeans.
She cracks up. “Oh my God. My underwear? You have a weird fetish.”
“Every single day, I think about it. I can’t stop wondering what your damn panties say.”
“It’s your special day, big boy. Read them and weep.” She pulls her jeans down in a little shimmy that kills me and shows off the front of her panties, with the word Friday in red script.
“Damn. Get that over here.”
We wrestle, both laughing, until her jeans are completely off, and she’s so effortlessly sexy, it’s all I can do to stare and swear and die for her.
“I want to make you come.”
Though that’s not quite accurate. I’m past mere want. This is an essential need. This is obsession.
What it’s not is casual, and that’s the most dangerous part of this whole damn thing.
CHAPTER25
9 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS (STILL)
Poppy
“I want to make you come,”he growls.
“Yes please,” I reply with a laugh. I’m not going to argue with that.
In one smooth motion, he flips our positions, so that I’m on my back on the soft rug. The light from the fire I lit earlier flickers softly, bathing everything in gold. He’s above me, holding his weight on his hands that bracket my face.
He leans down and kisses me. It’s soft and teasing.
“Take off your shirt,” he commands.
I sit up just enough to pull it above my head. He takes it from me and throws it across the room.
Okay, then.
I’m clad in just my thin cotton bra and underwear, and he doesn’t seem to mind that my bra isn’t sexy lace either.
He gives me a devastating half smile and kisses my nipples through the fabric, until the cotton is damp and I’m panting in desperation.
He watches me with a hot, intense stare.
“God, look at you.” The deep rasp of his voice reverberates to my core. “You don’t know how beautiful you are.”
But I do now. With him. I feel it. I feel it for the first time.
“I love your freckles.” He places a soft kiss on my belly. “I’m making it my mission to find and kiss every single one on your body. They’re like constellations leading me to heaven.” I feel his smile against my skin.
“This one.” He places a soft kiss a little lower.
“And this one.” He kisses farther down.
