I stand before him with the heat from the fireplace to my back and strip down until nothing but the antlers remain. “Is this what you were hoping for?” I echo his earlier question, something that’s become fun to do with each other.
He stops his perusal of my body to look up at me and chuckles. “Even better,” he says, following right along before his eyes darken with desire. “Now come here.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Levi
Iwas damn near late to the station this morning because the idea of untangling my limbs from Tris’s felt absurd. I still feel like an idiot for leaving her when she looked so damn good naked and tangled in my sheets. We spent the night after decorating wrapped in each other, barely coming up for air. I didn’t think I’d ever feel happy again, but she shows me every day that it’s possible. Now I’m going through each compartment on the rig, checking off items on the list and making sure everything works, but muscle memory takes care of all that. My mind’s still on her. I replay last night in my head, until everything else around me falls quiet.
“Now come here,” I tell her, more than ready to feel her straddle my hips and take control, to watch the way desire takes over her as she moves above me.
She grins, fully confident as she stands before me naked. Her head tilts down, and she looks at me through her long lashes.
“No.”
My cock twitches in my pants, and I have to pull at them to relieve the pressure.
“No?”
“That’s what I said.” She twirls her short blonde hair in her fingers, lips curving into a coy smile. “I just realized we forgot the tree topper.”
I look over at our tree to see for myself. “You’re right.”
“Usually,” she teases. “You’ll have to get me a ladder so I can climb up there and place it on top.”
I know exactly what she’s doing. The image of her slowly climbing up the ladder and bending over to place the star on top plays in my mind, pulling a low grunt from my chest. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, fighting a smile.
She should really know better by now, I think to myself, getting a wicked idea.
“I’ve got your ladder right here,” I growl, and in swift motion, I push off the couch and pick her off the ground. My arms thread under her legs and hold her close, bracing her thighs against my shoulders, my face level with her center while I stand.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, realizing her taunting has backfired.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I murmur, pretending I’m oblivious to the deliciously vulnerable position I now have her in.
I walk across the room, moving with her effortlessly, and pick up the star, handing it to her.
“Go ahead,” I say, walking up to our tree and turning around so she’s facing it. “Put that star right on top.”
Her eyes narrow as she figures out my game and realizes that I’ve already won. The tree is taller than me, and she has to stretch upward, even on my shoulders, which gives my mouth the perfect angle to her perfect, pink, pussy.
A gasp escapes her as my tongue sweeps up her center, and she arches back.
“Uh-uh,” I say, pulling away. “You have a job to do.”
I eye the star still in her hands and raise my brow as one hand lowers from her back to squeeze her ass. She jumps, and the movementputs my lips right back on her most sensitive spot, pulling a moan from her lips as she places the star on the tree.
I swirl my tongue around her clit and feel her body tremble. Her hands wrap around the back of my head, her fingers threading through my hair and pulling with each stroke of my tongue. She’s absolutely powerless up here on my shoulders, and I play her body like it’s my favorite instrument, the sounds she makes is music to my ears.
With a whimper, she grinds her hips against me, and I raise my hands, tightening my grip around her waist.
“Let go, Tris,” I urge her, needing her to trust me in this moment.
“I’ll fall,” she pants, breathless.
“You’re safe with me,” I rasp, feeling a gentle squeeze in my chest, meaning every word.
Slowly, her grip loosens until she lets go, and her body falls back. With her legs wrapped over my shoulders, I hold her waist, suspending her in the air. She lets her arms fall to the sides as I lower my mouth back onto her and watch with a carnal satisfaction, the kind that doesn’t only feed the body, but stitches something ragged back together inside me.
