Page 50 of All I Want For Christmas

“You know, if you’re really, really nice to me I won’t make you wear the antlers,” he said.

“Well, forget it then. I’ll wear the antlers.” Blue grinned as she nuzzled closer to him.

He chuckled softly. “Then you don’t want me to fuck you again in a little while? Because that’s what I meant by beingreally nice to me. Letting me touch and taste and pleasure you all over again. You deserve it after your no-good terrible day.”

Christian had a way of taking her standard sarcasm and turning it so that she didn’t immediately have a quippy response. She had expected him to make a crack about getting him a drink or the chips and not only hadn’t he done that, he’d referenced pleasuring her. She could honestly say never in her entire life had a man say anything like that to her. But it seemed . . . natural. Sexy. Endlessly appealing.

That thing was happening again.

That weird swelling bubbly kind of feeling in her chest, like indigestion, but in a good way.

“Oh, hell yeah,” she said, without an ounce of cool. “I definitely want to do that again later.”

“Good.” He kissed the top of her head and shifted on the bed. “God, I’m starving. I need to eat something. You want a drink, gorgeous?”

“Sure.” Blue leaned down and pulled on her bikini bottoms. For some reason, lounging topless was totally acceptable, but having a margarita on top of the bedspread totally naked was too much for her.

Christian didn’t seem to have the same reservations. He strolled around the room completely bare-assed, which was fine by her, because it was a damn good ass.

While he dug his hand into the Doritos bag and helped himself to a fistful, he said, “I wonder if there’s an ice machine? These margaritas would taste better with ice. I should look.”

“You should probably get dressed first,” Blue said, rolling onto her side and propping her head up with her hand.

He made a face at her mock innocent tone. “It’s a good thing I have you around, otherwise I’d be strolling outside into a blizzard naked.”

Blue laughed. “You should try sarcasm more often. That was pretty good.”

“Why, thank you.” Retrieving their cups from the nightstand, he poured more liquor into them, followed by the mixer. Then taking the two bottles he opened the motel room door and plunked them down out in the snowdrift that had accumulated outside. “That will cool them down for later.”

Giving an involuntary yelp as the cold air wafted over her, Blue grabbed a bed pillow and plunked it down over her mostly naked body. “Are you crazy? Close the door! It’s cold and you’re naked! Someone will see you!”

He turned his head and shrugged. “Who the hell is going to see me? There is no one else here, Roy is asleep I’m sure, and there isn’t a single car out on the road. Besides, you said this room was too hot.”

All of which made total sense. “Nothing phases you, does it? You’re just chill all the time. That kind of freaks me out.”

Christian cocked a brow and slammed his fists together to crack all his knuckles. “It freaks me out that that freaks you out.”

“So we’re just a couple of freaks?”

“Seems that way.”

“Are you going to close the door?”

“Eventually. After I’ve proved my point that no one will ever see me?—”

Christian’s words cut off and he started laughing.

“What?” Blue sat up and tried to look out the open door. Not that she wanted to get too close to it. It was damn cold and the wind was howling, kicking up snow. Christian actually had snowflakes on his feet.

“Someone just drove past. A female cop. She waved.” With that, he shut the door. “That was funny.”

“You’re lucky she didn’t ticket you for indecent exposure.”

He just shrugged, rubbing his arms. “Man, it’s cold out there.”

Really? Men could be just totally baffling. Blue balled up his T-shirt and threw it at him. “No kidding, Einstein.”

Catching the shirt, he said, “I’m not going to wear a shirt with no pants. That would really toss me into the pervert-at-the-door category. Besides, it’s just hard to feel sexy with a shirt on and no boxers.”

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