“Thad,” I say.
“Yes?” he whispers, our mouth entwined.
I smile as my fingers curl around his tie. “That night was a really close second for me, too.”
He gently bites my lip. “Is that so?”
I nod as I slowly loosen the tie. “No man had ever made me feel so crazy, yet absolutely in control at the same time before. If that makes sense.”
“Perfect sense.” He rests his hands on my hips. “I’ve never been too rough with you, have I?”
“No.”
He kisses my forehead. “Good. Just checking in.”
“Why?” I ask, playfully. “Do you want to be rougher?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“How rough we talking here?
“We’re not talking about that at all.”
“Like a seven?”
“Pheebs, I’m wonderfully satisfied with our current level of roughness.”
I raise my brow. “An eight?”
He pauses and his lips purse. “An eight would be uncharted territory for us.”
“It would, yes.”
“So, you and Max haven’t… like that yet?”
I shake my head. “No, we haven’t.”
Thad looks down for a moment. “Would you be open to it? With me?”
A shot of warmth throbs through me. “Yes,” I whisper.
He bites his cheek. “Well, that’s something to think about…”
I tug lightly on his open tie, drawing him down to my lips. I kiss him with an open mouth, inviting him to taste my tongue as mine searches for his. “Thad,” I say, softly trembling, “I want you to be the first man to take my ass.”
Thad grunts like a happy, wild animal and looks up into the sky. “Thank you, Father Christmas.” I laugh out loud. “Thank you kindly for this gift you have given on this glorious winter’s night.”
I pull him back to me. “Shut up,” I tease. “Don’t get too cocky.”
“I won’t,” he says, laughing. “My apologies, milady.”
I kiss him hard, and he embraces me again. A dull throb burns deep inside of me, wanting, begging, pleading for him to do something about it.
I slide a hand down his body, purposefully aiming for his cock.
He shivers the moment I touch it over his pants. His grip tightens and his lips curl. “Phoebe…” he warns.
“Put your hands on me, Thad,” I whisper. “Please…”