Page 69 of Kissing Games
She felt his smile against her cheek. ‘Only a little.’
She rested against him as their breathing slowed, feeling him still thick inside her. In the dim light she could see their bodies entwined. She shivered with nervous excitement.
He kissed her shoulder. ‘I need to get something from my room. Can you give me a couple of minutes?’
She nodded and climbed off him, suddenly shy. He stood, took care of the condom, and redressed.
He held his hand out to her. ‘Stand on my feet.’
She looked at him, confused, then did as he asked. He walked her to the door, her feet on top of his.
‘What are you doing?’ she giggled.
‘Keeping you close. I understand if you put clothes on when I’m gone, but I want you to know that naked you is my favourite you.’ He leaned down and kissed her. ‘I’ll be back in a bit.’
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Charlie knocked on Valentina’s door ten minutes later, showered and unsure, her present behind his back.
She opened the door and he took in her outfit.
‘Tartan pyjamas. In pink, no less. Very nice. I think they’re the colours of the McGhirlie clan.’
She poked him. ‘They were a gift from my sister and they’re very soft and warm.’
He kissed her. ‘Just like you.’
She whimpered as their lips touched and his cock throbbed in his jeans.
She pulled away, her cheeks pink. ‘Can I have my tattoo tour now?’
He looked over her shoulder into the room. The fire was lit and the side lights were on. ‘In a minute. I want to get your present ready first.’
‘My present?’
‘Yes, but you have to sit on the bed and close your eyes so I can set it up.’
‘O-kaay,’ she replied dubiously. She did as he asked.
He opened the door a little further and her eyes snapped open.
‘Hey, come on now. No peeking.’
When she did as instructed, he put the fireguard in front of the fire and laid his gift on the floor. He then gently peeled her hands away from her face. ‘You can look now.’
She opened her eyes and he felt a familiar tug in his heart as he held her gaze. She was utterly captivating. Each time he saw her he tumbled deeper and deeper into—
‘Where’s my present?’ she asked, interrupting his thoughts before they got out of hand.
He led her to the fire, his palms beginning to sweat. What if she didn’t like it? What if she liked it but didn’t want to accept it? He gestured at the floor, looking for her reaction. ‘There’s your present.’
She dropped to her knees, her fingers running into the soft pale wool of the sheepskin. ‘Charlie, it’s beautiful. Thank you.’
His shoulders slumped with relief.
She frowned at him. ‘How big was the sheep?’
He knelt beside her. ‘It’s a Hamilton. A heritage breed designed for size and stamina.’
