Page 70 of Merry Kissmas

ChapterTwenty-Six

Brynn

It can’t be the same keychain, but it looks identical.

“Do we have to have this conversation while we’re naked?”he asks, cringing.

“Why do you have this?”

He sighs and meets my gaze.“I was never able to give it to you.We forgot it when you left that Sunday, and I was going to give it to you on Monday at dinner, but…”

He doesn’t need to finish.We both know how that played out.

“I know all that.Not the Monday thing, but why is it on your keys?”

He runs a hand down his face before wrapping it around that back of his neck, tugging.“Do I have to answer?”

I smile at him, my chest warming.“I’d like an answer.”

“Hell, Brynn.”He blows out a breath.“Because it reminded me of you.Of that weekend we spent together.”

“Aw…” I straddle his waist again, feeling his hardening length against my core.“That’s so sweet.”I place a soft kiss on his lips.

“You don’t find it creepy?”He rocks his head back into the cushion.The red tint of his cheeks tells me how uncomfortable and embarrassed he is.

I sprinkle kisses along his jaw, trailing down his neck.“Not at all.”

“I was going to give it to you on the last day of the semester, but you didn’t show.”

I press my lips down the hollow of his neck, licking over his Adam’s apple.“I had to go home early because my grandpa was having surgery.”

“I heard afterward.Professor Jorgensen told me.So, I put it on my keys that day and just never took it off.”

My hands roam down the front of his chest and back up the sides as I nuzzle as close to him as I can get.“You missed me.”

His hand wraps around my neck, pulling my lips off his body.“Without question.I missed you every fucking day.”

I can’t fight the smile on my face because as hard as I tried to rip him from my memories, he always came floating back, never giving me the choice but to long for what we experienced in our short time together.

“Hey, Pierce.”I lift the condom in front of his face.“How about you show me how much you missed me?”

His hands go to my ass, and he stands, lifting me at the same time.He carries me to the bed and lays me down, crawling over me.I relish the weight of him sinking me into the plush mattress.

He captures my mouth, sliding his tongue through my parted lips.I lose myself in his kiss, in his exploration of my body.His hard length presses against my hip, and I inch my knee to the side, letting his hips find their way between my thighs.His tip presses against my opening.

“I need you.”I shift my hips side to side.

But he doesn’t say anything, his lips continuing to make invisible pathways along my skin.

Over the years, I forgot the way he lets me lose myself.All my problems, concerns, worries, and insecurities vanish when I’m with him.It’s so freeing, I could become addicted.Who am I kidding?I’m already addicted to him.

“I know, but I’ve waited years to feel you again, and I don’t want to rush this.”

Fair enough.

He wiggles down my body, situating himself between my legs.His warm hands slide up my inner thighs, widening them further to fit his shoulders.

“This good?”he asks, and I nod, unable to hide the tremble working through my body.A shiver runs up my spine from seeing him mere inches from my mound, the smirk on his face as if he’s been waiting his entire life.“I remember how much you liked it last time.”

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