Page 40 of Welcome Home for Christmas
She blinked. With a smile, she said, “I don’t mind when you call me baby in bed.”
He cocked his head. “We should spend more time together in bed then.”
She grinned. Then she melted under him as he kissed her again, pressing his erection between her legs until she was begging. “Now. Please now.”
“I want to hear you call me baby,” he said.
One eye cracked open. “You’re so bad.”
“Good thing I’m playing Santa this year. I decide who makes the list.” He pressed his erection against her again. “Say it.”
“Baby.” She laughed as the word left her lips.
“Again.” He laughed with her, teasing her.
“Baby.”
“That’s right.” Giving her what she wanted, he entered her, setting off a million sensations like fireworks inside her. Yeah. This was what she’d been missing for eighteen months, two weeks, and one day.
She curled her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her. She wanted him to consume her, until she was free of thought, worry, fear. There was no room for any of that with Troy. In his arms she felt safe, wanted, desired.
“Oh,baby,” she moaned, not laughing this time. This time she meant it.
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Troy felt a momentary pinch of panic. He was lying in Allison’s bed. Which was exactly where he’d wanted to be when his dick was in charge. Now that his brain was working again, he was worried. This wasn’t a real relationship that they were in. But sex complicated things. There might be feelings involved now. Expectations.
Allison rolled over and propped her head up with her elbow. Her red hair spilled around her face as she met his eyes. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. It truly had been amazing. He wished he could just bask in that feeling rather than the guilt that was slowly infiltrating his brain.
“And I don’t regret a single moment.”
Troy raised his brows. “Better than the purple thing in that drawer?” he asked, teasingly.
“So much better.” She sat up, dragging the bedsheet with her to cover her body. Then she reached for her pajama top and pulled it overhead.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed so I can drive you home. It’s late. You shouldn’t jog back tonight. Besides, you just had quite a workout.”
Troy blinked. If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was getting kicked out of Allison’s bed. He’d been inside her not five minutes ago. Most women would want him to hold them, to lie together while they basked in the aftermath of their orgasm.
He watched Allison yank on a pair of jeans, shimmying them over her hips.
“A silk pajama top and jeans?” One side of his mouth hooked upward.
“Midnight fashion,” she said, standing and disappearing into the bathroom.
He started to dress, too, trying to be glad about this turn of events. This meant that there were no strings attached to the sex they’d just had. No expectations. Good.
Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail when she returned and led him down the hallway toward the front door. She grabbed her keys and looked at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Do you mind turning? I don’t want you to see my code….”
He placed his hands on his hips. “Afraid I’ll abuse my code-holding privileges?”
