My brows hitch. “Just me?”
“Just you.” He nods, stepping into the bath behind me and sinking down. The water rises with his added mass, my feet sinking under a little, but this time it doesn’t hurt.
“Why just me?” I shuffle forward a little to give him room, but his arms come around me, dragging me back flush with his naked flesh.
“I was curious about you.” He admits, his breath warm against my ear, and damn, my cheeks heat again.
“Why?” My voice is breathless, and he nips at my ear before answering softly.
“I just was.”
“That’s not an answer.” I grumble and he chuckles quietly.
“Spend Christmas with me.”
I stiffen at his words.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re deflecting.” I call him out. “Answer my question. Why were you curious about me?”
“If I answer, will you spend Christmas with me?” Again, he nips at my ear, effectively relaxing me into his embrace.
“Here?”
“No. With my family in the city.” He presses his nose to my neck and inhales before moaning.
And there I go, stiffening again.
Family?
I don’t do families. I don’t know how to do families. They will hate me.
“Your family?” I squeak, exposing my internal freakout.
“Yes.” He sounds amused, but he doesn’t laugh.
“But I only just met you. I can’t meet your family yet.” I remind him, and he presses a gentle kiss to my neck before answering.
“You met me a week ago, Aggie.”
“Not really.” I frown.
“Kind of.” He rasps, squeezing me tighter to him as he leaves his lips to linger on my neck.
“A week ago, you stood outside my car window and watched me come from the toy you were controlling. That’s not meeting you.” I scoff, and again his lips press firmly before grazing the sensitive skin just under my ear. Fuck. He’s making it hard to think straight.
“Hmmm.” He rumbles quietly in my ear. “You have a point.”
“I know I do,” I say softly, letting my eyes fall shut to the sensations he’s stirring to life.
“Even so. I want you with me tomorrow. And the next day.”
“Why?” I ask, confused. Is this man crazy?
“Because you’re mine.”