Page 33 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
I was a needy, aching mess and by the grunts and growls that were interrupting our kiss, it was more than clear that he was in the same boat as I was.
“Bedroom.” I panted in a breathy whisper. “Take us to the bedroom.”
His answer with a relieved groan and soon, we were moving briskly throughout the living room and back toward my bedroom. With each step, my heart went into a chaotic, thumping mess.
No man had ever set foot in my bedroom. No man has had the privilege of it, and right now, all I could fixate on was that I was letting my guard down for once, and giving whatever this was a chance. I was opening up my heart, and my life, to the possibility of forming something beautiful and lasting with him.
I didn’t care how reckless it sounded. I was reckless at twenty-one, and was given the most precious thing in the world. Maybe that’s all I needed to do again, to be reckless and daring to find happiness.
It was certainly plausible, but I couldn’t dive any deeper into the thought as we were finally crossing the threshold of my bedroom. Separating us from strangers, to what we were now.
Lovers?
Could be lovers?
Whatever we were, it was clearly a defining moment in our relationship. And it seemed to have affected Lawson in the same manner it did me as he slowed our kissing to barely-there touches.
“Been dyin’ to get you in a bed, darlin’,” he rasped against my mouth before pulling away and taking in my room. Immediately, his eyes latched onto my bed over the curve of my shoulder.
A generous king-size, with intricate posts and a cream-colored canopy, it remained one of my favorite purchases to date. As he stared at it, with his gaze dipping over and across each of the poles, I could sense the wicked thoughts that were coursing through his brain.
It sent a shiver down my back, but I embraced it all too eagerly.
“You okay there?” I asked as my mouth lifted at the corner.
He hadn’t once taken his stare off my bed.
“More than okay,” A playful grin appeared on his face as he effortlessly guided us onto the bed. Positioning me directly in the center, his eyes shined with blatant mischief. “Just comin’ up with a game plan on how we can use this fancy-ass bed of yours to our advantage.”
Oh.
With his large body suspended over mine, I could barely formulate a response. He didn’t just want to fuck me, he wantedto annihilate the possibility of me wanting anyone else—needing anyone else. He wanted to engrave himself and the memory of tonight into my heart as if I would need the reminder one day, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that the chances of that ever becoming necessary, were in reality, slim to none.
“Now before we go any further, because I know once I get you naked and my mouth on you again, I won't be able to stop. I’m gonna need you to choose a safe word, Diana. Somethin’ to let me know when you need me to stop or slow down.” He searched my eyes with a solemness that sent my heart into overdrive.
Was that actually a thing? Using safe words?
Definitely not with the few men I’d been with, but apparently with Lawson Boone it was required.
Fuck.
“Um, okay, what about… Christmas?”
The corner of his mouth curved.
“Christmas,” he repeated. “Okay, I like it.” Then leaning down, he buried his face into the curve of my neck. Tilting my head to the side, I gave him all the room he needed to ravish me, but to my frustration, he chose to worship me instead.
With slow, languid flicks of his tongue and the dizzying trails of kisses he left along my nape, I found myself melting under his touch.
And it wasn’t just his mouth that was working me into a fervor, he also had his hands kneading my waist, his hips undulating against my core, and his large legs locking me down into place as if I’d find an ounce of uncertainty and try to leave.
Yeah fucking right.
My brain was in such a euphoric fog that there was zero possibility of me walking away from this. Especially now when he finally pulled away from my neck and left my body in a weakened state.
“Now it’s your turn to stay put.” He gave me one last squeeze on the hip before pushing off the bed and onto his feet.
Everything was such a blur, I had no idea what to think.
