Page 30 of A Candy Cane Christmas
Gabe chuckled. “I bet you do. Okay. Merry Christmas to you and your boyfriend.”
“Merry Christmas to you and Willa.”
We end the call, and I let out a sigh as I shift until I’m sitting between Theo’s legs and could use him as a backrest. Leaning my head against his shoulder, the turmoil inside of me slowly ebbed away.
“Soo…” Theo said after a while, his fingers dancing over my stomach. “I’m your boyfriend now?” His voice was bright, hopeful, but I knew him well enough to know there were insecurities hidden beneath the hopeful appearance. “We’re in a relationship?”
“I think we are,” I said easily, turning my head to nose at his neck. “I know it’s fast.”
“I don’t mind fast,” Theo breathed.
I raised my brows at him. “You don’t mind fast? You mean I’m allowed to tease and flirt?”
His cheeks turned a dark shade of red, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he let his hand slip beneath my sweater—previously known as his sweater, but I wasn’t about to give it back.Ever—and caressed the skin on my stomach, raising goosebumps wherever it went.
What the actual fuck was going on?
Not that I minded. I didn’t mind one bit.
“I think,” he rasped. “I can handle a bit of flirting from my boyfriend. At least I want to.”
His fingers were still caressing my stomach, drawing random circles around my navel, creeping upwards now andagain, making me draw in a harsh breath every time they came closer to my nipples, but never actually touching them.
If this was his way of flirting, I wasn’t sure I’d survive the night.
But, oh fuck, what a way to go.
“And… more than flirting?” I asked, my fingers twitching to reach for him and pull him tight so I could rub my ass against his cock. But not without talking to him first.
“You mean… touching?” Theo said, his fingers stopping dead in their tracks.
“Yeah.” We hadn’t even done anything yet, but I was already close to begging him to touch me again. Fuck. Weeks of kissing him and then taking care of business on my own while wanting nothing more than his hands on me had left me desperate. Drooling.
Apparently, edging was not my forte. I was more of an instant gratification type of guy.
Theo took his time answering, just like he always did when things got serious. I loved that about him. If he’d been the one asking me, I’d have already thrown myself at him—completely naked.
But Theo wasn’t that guy. He was thinking things through, even in times like this. And his mind was hard at work, his fingers twitching a little, his chest heaving a little from his quick breaths.
“I want to try,” he said. “I want to try so much with you. Everything. I don’t think I’m ready for everything today, but I’m down to see where things go. Is that okay?”
Oh my god.
“Of course, that’s okay,” I said, turning my head again so I could look him in the eyes. “And if you want to stop, yousay so. I’m not going anywhere… okay, depending on when you say stop, I might be going to the bathroom to finish before I spontaneously combust, but I’m here for everything you want to try.”
Theo grinned, his fingers picking up speed again.
“I liked this,” he whispered, almost as if he thought he was letting me in on a secret. “And I really like the way you squirm when I do this.”
He brushed his fingers up my chest again, slowly dragging his fingertips over my skin. They never stopped, but whenever I thought he was about to flick my nipples, they took a different direction.
“I like seeing how much I affect you,” he whispered into my ear. “It feels amazing when your whole body tenses under my fingertips. I’m not even doing much, but you’re already desperate.”
How the fuck was my boyfriend innocence-personified and a master of dirty talk at the same time? Hell, he wasn’t even trying his hand at dirty talk. He was just talking. Communicating. And bringing me to my fucking breaking point.
My cock was throbbing in my pajama pants, tenting the thin fabric and giving Theo even more ammunition to… fucking communicate with me.
“Mhh,” he sighed, his hands lazily trailing down my stomach, inching closer and closer to the waistband of my boxers. I wasn’t sure if it was hesitation on his part or if he just got off on teasing me, but his hands stopped at the last second and caressed upward again. My cock throbbed in frustration, a burst of precum oozing from it. It wouldn’t take long until he couldn’t just see my erection begging for attention, but the wet spot forming around my tip. “You like that?” he whispered, his fingers still teasing, but a bit of doubt had crept into his voice.
