Page 36 of The Merriest Christmas

Seaver took his time.

All of his attention was focused on me.

Deep, heart-melting kisses.

Nice and slow.

One of his hands brushed against my cheek, gently sweeping my hair back behind my ear.For some reason, that small touch made tears well in my eyes, but I fought them back.

What was that about?

I rolled my hips again, and Seaver broke the kiss with a curse.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said, "but I think we should stop."

I frowned."Why?"

"Because you feel too good."

"What if I don't want to stop?"

"I know you think you wouldn't care if someone caught us, but you might."

"I wouldn't."

I went to move, but Seaver hissed, clamping his hands down on my hips.

"What are you—"

"Keep moving like that, and I'll flip you over on this couch and take you right here."

My heart stuttered.

My legs tightened around his hips.

Seaver smiled slowly, obviously having felt the movement.

"You like that?"

I so did.

"Yeah, you like knowing I'm five seconds from losing control," he whispered.His hand played with the hem of my shorts, and I swallowed."Maybe I'll just push these aside and slide home."

His hips pressed up into mine, hitting me just right, making my eyes roll back.

"I think we'd both like it with you on top."

"Seaver," I panted, not knowing what I was asking for."Please."

He kissed me again, long and hard, then pressed his forehead to mine.

"Whatever you want, Emilia," he rasped.

I took a second to catch my breath and clear my head.

"You're right," I said."We should stop."

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