“There’s one more thing in there.”
I look back into the box, pulling out a black wild rag scarf. I look up at her, eyebrows raised.
She smiles wickedly. “Now you can look like an outlaw.”
I shake my head but excitedly tie the scarf around my neck all the same. “Well?”
“So fucking hot, just like I knew you would be.”
I smirk, moving to stand, but she extends the bag out to me instead. I take it, although all I’d really like to do is chase her down the hallway and fuck her silly.
“It’s empty.” I stare at the bottom of the red bag. When I look up, my breathing stops completely.
Valentina’s always been gorgeous. She’d never need expensive lingerie to make her so. But as I drink in the sight of her wearing nothing but a set of red lingerie, the front of the bra open but tied together with pathetic little bows, and a thong to match, I appreciate the extravagance all the same.
She’s mind-numbingly, ball-tinglingly sexy.And she’s fucking mine.
“Do I get to unwrap all that?” I draw a line between the various bows.
Her grin is feline as she nods. “If you can catch me.” And then, she races out of the room. I jump up, barreling after her.
She’s fit but not quick, even with her miles of legs. She’s too busy laughing and looking over her shoulder at me to gain any real distance. Normally, I’d try to play a little more fair.
But not now—not when the prize is so pretty, when the victory will be undoubtedly sweet.
“When I catch you, I’m going to tie you up so you can’t run from me again,” I growl, and she squeals as I get closer.
Willy yaps as he dashes between us, his small body a greater obstacle as I try to avoid him while still gaining ground on V. Valentina’s skin glistens as she runs around the room, the firelight glimmering off her hair, her face, her perfect naked ass.
I have to have her.And I have to have her now.
“Valentina.” She looks over her shoulder again as I hiss her name, her eyes wide with fear. It’s a thrill and exactly the distraction I needed. I leap for her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and we crash into the soft cushions of the couch.
She squeals, kicking her feet as she tries to free herself from my hungry grasp. “No way, baby.” I press a kiss to her neck, right above her pounding pulse, and goosebumps erupt down her bronze skin.
“Let me go,” she pants, half-heartedly kicking her feet.
I tighten my grip. “Never.”
She flails her arms, but it’s not enough, and her dire need to get away only fuels my desire to hold her closer, to trap her until she knows she’s mine—now and forever.
Feeling around on the cushion behind me, I secure the ribbon she so prettily presented my cowboy hat in. Gripping her wrists in one hand, I wind the velvety ribbon around them, knotting it tightly.
She gasps as I pull on the restraint, checking to make sure it’s tight enough before I push her back onto the couch. I make it to my feet, towering over her heaving body as she looks up at me with enormous eyes.
“Now,” I say, heart thundering as I look down over her, “I’m going to make sure you know exactly what you get for running from me.” Her golden eyes flash, her pink lips parting. But she says nothing, and it makes me smirk. “Lost for words, baby?”
“What are you going to do now?” she whispers, shifting against the cushions as if looking for friction.
“I’m going to unwrap my very naughty Christmas present.” I lower my face mere inches from hers, breathing in the sweet smell that’s wholly Valentina Reyes.
She shivers before licking her lips. “I’m so wet.”
My eyes flutter shut, every drop of blood in my body instantly racing to my cock in a tidal wave of desire. It pulses against my leg, throbbing with a painful heartbeat. When I reopen my eyes, V’s skin is flushed a deeper crimson, her desire evident.
“Want me to taste you?”
She bites her lip, nodding.
