Page 106 of The Crush of Christmas Past
“Leave you.” Deeper now.
“Or…” On a groan, he sinks his fingers all the way in. “Play with you.”
I cry out, so close to shattering.
“Best choice yet, don’t you think?”
My mind is so wonderfully blank, all I manage is a sigh of agreement that makes his chest rumble with satisfaction.
When his muscles flex again, the ink on the underside of his bicep flashes at me.
My hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around his forearm to halt his movements. “Tell me about this tattoo.”
“Come first. Talk after.”
“That’s not how conversations work,” I pant.
In response, he curls his fingers, and my argument disintegrates into a string of moans.
The rhythm he sets is indulgent. I’m so turned on, it doesn’t take long before I’m unraveling.
Again.
My orgasm hits with a strangled gasp of his name that spills every hidden feeling right into his hands.
“Can’t get enough of this, Sunshine. I’m fucking addicted to the sights and sounds of you.”
Through the barrier of his sweatpants, I can feel the thick, hard strain of his erection, but he doesn’t move to relieve it. His focus is wholly consumed by my pleasure.
As the tremors finally fade, I start to pull away, but he grabs the edge of the top sheet and tucks it tightly around my naked form.
Burrito-ingis the only verb I can think of for the act.
“Seriously?” I blink up at him. “You’re putting me in a swaddle?”
“Desperate times,” he says in a teasing lilt. “Stay. Sleep.”
Clearly, it’s just another phase in his anti-Houdini agenda. Not that I have the energy to protest. My body could use the temporary truce.
Except…
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
He doesn’t hesitate. In the blink of an eye, I’m scooped up off the bed.
“Theo,” I groan, squirming in my Egyptian cotton tomb. “I’m perfectly capable of walking.”
Okay, maybe the orgasm marathon has reduced my legs to jelly—butstill.
It’s the principle.
“I know.” He nips at the side of my neck, already moving toward the en suite. “But I like...this. Looking after you in ways I've only dreamt about before."
"You dreamt about heroically carrying me off to pee?" I tease.
"Oh, yes. I'm acting out my wildest fantasy right now. Lucky me."
He gingerly sets me down just past the threshold, warm hand lingering for a split second on my hip before he gives me privacy to take care of business.
