Page 19 of New Home for the Holidays

The gentle glow from the tree is soothing and I reach over to snag the remote for the fireplace before settling back on the couch. There’s something cozy about this house and my blinks become longer and longer.

“Roscoe,” Walker’s voice is a whispered admonishment as it reaches into my dream, one filled with Walker and the promises of Christmases in the future.

I could have sworn I was just watching a little boy, who looks exactly like Walker but with my eyes, tearing into boxes under the tree. Wasn’t it real? I swear it was.

A large, warm hand brushes some hair away from my face and my eyes flutter open. Walker’s dark brown eyes greet me, the expression on his face soft and filled with adoration.

“Hey,” I murmur, “you’re home.”

The smile that breaks out across his face is wide and filled with something I’m too groggy to identify. “Yeah, Treasure,” he growls softly, “I’m home.” He looks around the room and I remember that I took the liberty of putting up some decorations which causes my heart to thud in my chest. What if he doesn’t like it? What if he feels like I overstepped? “You decorated,” he doesn’t pose it like a question and doesn’t sound upset about it.

“I hope it’s okay. I wanted to bring a little holiday cheer into your life.” I motion toward the star on the coffee table, “I left the star for you to put up and you can decorate more, but it’s a start.”

He moves me until I’m sitting up on the couch and scoots until he’s between my legs. The intense way he’s looking at me has me biting my lip. I can’t read his expression at all, and it worries me.

“I love it, Morgan.”

My heart stutters in my chest and then he’s kissing me. It consumes me just like every time he kisses me. I’ve never felt anything like it before.

Before I realize what’s happening, he’s slipped my leggings and thong off my body. Did I lift up my hips to help him? I have no fucking idea.

I’m not going to stop him, that would be silly, but it is mildly concerning how he has me losing all my senses whenever he’s close. Add in the kisses? I’m fighting a losing battle.

He grips my hips and tugs my ass to the edge of the couch. My sweater comes off next with my bra joining it quickly. Being naked while Walker is still fully clothed feels naughty.

“Walker,” I moan and watch his eyes turn feral.

“You decorated the house,” his voice is husky and slides over my skin.

“Yes,” I breathe out, hoping some strange sexual punishment isn’t in my future. He said he loved it.

He leaves open mouth kisses down my neck, nipping my skin as he then moves along my clavicle before moving down to my breasts. My body feels like it’s on fire with need.

“I’m about to worship you, Treasure,” he growls against my skin.

My whimper turns into a gasp of surprise and need when he sucks my nipple into his mouth and teases it with the tip of his tongue. I arch my back, wanting and needing more. His hands roam over my skin, teasing me until I’m teetering right on the edge of bliss.

The idea of him worshiping me paired with the way he’s touching me has all rational thought shattering. All I can do is feel. All I want to do is feel.

“Please,” I whimper and I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.

Walker releases my breast with a pop, and I moan out my displeasure at the loss of contact. His grip on my hips tightens and he yanks until I’m lying flat on the couch, the rest of me suspended in his hold. I can only watch on in awe as he dives between my thighs.

He doesn’t eat my pussy; he fucking devours me. He’s all teeth and tongue and the way he’s positioned me leaves me completely at his mercy. Right where I want to be.

There’s something incredibly sexy about not being able to move with the only possibility taking what he’s giving me. My hands slide into Walker’s hair which is already tousled, probably from him running his fingers through it. I need the connection to tether me to reality when everything in me wants to be lost in the stratosphere.

So much pleasure.

Walker plunges his tongue inside of me, the wet sounds coming from between my thighs turning me on even more. It sounds like he’s enjoying every moment and savoring me.

“You taste so fucking good, Treasure,” he groans against my skin.

When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I’m fucking lost.

My vision goes hazy and there’s nothing I can do beyond tighten my grip on his hair and hold on for the ride. Everything he does, every swipe of his tongue or scrape of his teeth, has me seeing stars.

“Fuck,” I groan, slurring as I try and plead, “make me come. Please. Need it. Feels so good.”

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