Page 31 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
“Yeah, I am.”
I’m kind of obsessed with everything about her. Her kindness. Her gentleness. Her intelligence and competence. Her hazel eyes that literally see into my soul. Her dominance in bed, mixed with her willingness to let me reciprocate. Well, not in the kink sense, of course, but she lets me touch her as much as I want, which is something I haven’t always had. And the woman exudes sensuality in a way I don’t think I’ve come across in anyone else. Or maybe that’s just how I feel about it.
I shiver at the thought of touching her. At the way she takes me over so completely, expertly mixing pleasure and pain.
She’s so good, all the way around. Amazing, really. She’s just…everything I could have ever wanted.
Too good?
No, I need to stop that. I shake the thought away and focus on enjoying putting the tree together.
When it’s done she turns all the lights off in the loft, leaving just the sparkly white lights on the tree, and pulls me in close.
“What do you think, baby?”
“I think it’s the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Yeah, I think so, too,” she says, her voice a little rough. “Hang on a sec, okay? I need to go get something.”
Dru
I take the stairs down to the main floor two at a time, and go behind the counter to find the gift I stashed there, then run back upstairs. And damn, she looks so beautiful and sweet, sitting on her knees under the tree straightening the green plaid tree skirt. The tree lights are shining on her hair, on her bare shoulder peeking out from her slouchy ivory sweater. She looks up, smiling at me, and I just fucking melt, a hot pool of love and yearning I can’t deny settling into the center of my body.
This is how she makes me feel, and it’s a feeling I never want to lose. That, and the look in her eyes. I swear they’re shining, and it’s not just the Christmas lights.
I get down on the floor with her and hand her the small wrapped box.
“What is it?” she asks, turning it over in her hands.
“Open it.”
She bites her lip for a moment, then pulls the ribbon off and takes the top off the box, pulling out the silver ornament shaped like a little pitbull.
“Ohhhh,” she breathes quietly.
“Do you like it?” I ask, strangely uncertain. Why does this feel so important?
“I love it. It means…so much.” She looks up at me, her eyes shining even more brightly, and I hope I haven’t made her cry.
“I got it at the tree farm. I thought you should have one that’s your very own.”
“It’s the first ornament of my own,” she says, holding it up to catch the twinkling lights.
“I thought it might be.”
She throws her arms around my neck, coming up on her knees to hug me tight.
“Thank you, Dru,” she says, her voice a little rough.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah. I am. It’s just… emotional for me. But I’m good. Really good. I just can’t believe the effort you went to, just to make this special for me. You’re amazing.”
“If I’m going to reintroduce you to Christmas, I need to do it right.”
She pulls back to look into my eyes, and her sparkling gray gaze goes through me like a punch to the gut. But a soft punch that makes my pulse race and my head swim.
Oh, yeah, you’ve got it bad.
