Page 22 of Say Yule Stay
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes,” she says, pushing me back toward the stairs, “that and one other thing.” This time she worries her bottom lip, and my mouth opens and closes as she bends over and rummages through the discarded box of Christmas decorations from earlier.
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but her expression is devilish as she grabs the roll of Christmas lights.
Well, fuck.
Swallowing hard, I stare at her. “That’s what you want?”
“What I want,” she murmurs, sashaying over to where I’m mentally trying to reconcile the bold, sexy woman in front of me with the one that wanted to build a snowman earlier, “is you naked and tied to the bed.”
“Goddamn, Lace. Where the hell did you come from?” I ask, backing toward the stairs, my dick already hard in my jeans.
“Guess I’m just sick of not asking for what I want.”
“You definitely seem to be over that now.”
“And besides,”—she grins as we hit the landing—“you owe me.”
As a matter of fact, I do.
19
LACEY
I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about this exact scenario all day. Literally the moment I saw the lights, I knew what I wanted to do. I’ve never been comfortable enough with anyone to truly explore the things I’d like to try in the bedroom, but I know I’m safe with Walker.
And I’m pretty confident there’s not much he’d say no to if I asked.
Stripping his shirt off, he tosses it to the floor as I feed the Christmas lights through the slats in the headboard and plug them in.
“You’ve got this all figured out, don’t you,” he challenges, coming up behind me and pressing his front to my back, his hand moving up my stomach to cup my breast.
“A little.”
“I have a request,” he tells me, turning my body and placing my hand on his belt in a not so subtle hint.
“What’s that?”
“After you make me come, I want you to sit on my face.” Despite the fact that I’ve told him what I want to do to him, Ican’t help the blush that starts at my chest and goes all the way to the tips of my ears at hearing what he wants to do tome.
“I guess I can handle that,” I manage, sliding my hands into his underwear to grip his ass before pushing the fabric down with his jeans.
“And you need to lose some clothes too.”
“Bossy.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve never let anyone tie me up so humor me.”
The admission has heat pooling between my legs, my panties already soaked as Walker eases himself, naked, down onto the bed.
“Move back,” I whisper, pulling my sweater over my head and unclasping my bra, my breasts full and round and aching for his touch.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Walker growls, but I shake my head as I gently push him back onto the bed.
“You can touch later,” I promise as I take one wrist and rest it on the pillow over his head, wrapping the lights around it before doing the same to the other wrist. It’s not secure per se but it’s enough that he’d probably end up cursing trying to get free.
He clenches and unclenches his fists as I shimmy out of my leggings, leaving me in nothing but a small black thong.
