Page 103 of Santa Has a Six-Pack
“You like your gifts?” she asks softly.
“I love my gifts,” I say. “Thank you for thinking of me.”
“Can I confess something?” she whispers.
She scoots closer to me on the hardwood floor and wraps her legs around me.
“I’m listening.” I wrap my arms around her back and pull her even closer.
“I’m never not thinking of you, Matt.”
Yup, dreams are coming true.
“Same, sweetheart,” I say, my heart pounding. “You’re all I want. All I think about. And for the record, I want you so bad right now I can’t see straight.”
“So take me,” she breathes.
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
Chapter 27
Penny
“So take me?”
Did I really just say that?
Matt brings out a side of me I never even knew existed. Before him, I was playing it safe. Staying at the same job I’ve been at for a decade. Avoiding conflict with my family. Not giving guys a chance beyond the occasional meaningless fling.
Now, I’m letting myself dream bigger. I’m confronting my family challenges head-on. And apparently, I’m about to have sex on a hardwood floor.
With a guy I truly care about.
“This can’t be comfortable for you,” Matt says from above me while he cradles the back of my head with his hand. “Want to move to my bed?”
“Nuh-uh.” I shake my head and pull him closer. “I want to be here with you.” I kiss him. “Right here.” Another kiss. “Right next to the tree.” I take this kiss deeper and reach down to unbutton his pants.
“God, you’re amazing,” he groans. “Just gimme a second.”
He rolls off me and sprints across the room, then yanks his fluffy comforter off the bed and grabs two pillows.
“I can’t have my passenger princess on a cold floor with no cushion, can I?” he says, quickly creating a cozy impromptu floor bed for us. “There.” He stands, looking at his handiwork. “Now I can focus.”
“On what?” I tease and settle myself back on the pillows.
“You, you, and more you,” he rumbles.
There’s a moment of charged silence as we stare at each other.
Then, like a shot out of a cannon, we’re tearing our own clothes off, staring and giggling at each other the whole time, like giddy teenagers.
We’ve waited so long for this moment that neither of us wants to take things slow.
“Look at you.” He sounds awestruck as he scans my body, ready and waiting for him on his floor. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Back atcha, baby,” I breathe.
My mouth waters seeing him for the first time in all his naked glory.
