Biting her bottom lip, she shimmied her thong down to the floor and kicked it to the side while I began unbuttoning my slacks.
Her eyes drank me in, just as hungry as I was for her. “Are we having sex with our Christmas sweaters on?” she breathed.
I lowered my pants to the floor, showing just how hard my erection was. “Absofuckinlutely.”
She giggled, and I said, “Come here.”
She walked toward me, her hips swaying sexily.
I didn’t even bother hiding how much she amazed me or trying to play it cool. Her body may have changed some since we’d first got together, but I was still enraptured by her.
When she got close enough, I tugged on her sweater to get her even nearer, and some sparkles popped off,
“Oh no.” she said. “We’re going to ruin it!”
I shook my head at her. “Remember what I said about that dress you wore the first day we met?”
She smiled at me. “It would look better on the floor?”
Instead of responding I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers, savoring the taste of hot chocolate on her tongue, the way her hands carefully and familiarly wound over my shoulders to my neck, tangling in my hair that had gotten a little longer over the last couple months.
Her full chest pressed to mine, and I wound my hand down to her ass, pulling her close.
I sat back on the bed, urging her to sit atop my lap, loving the way her weight grounded me to the mattress.
We teased and played with each other until it was too much for both of us. I shoved my underwear down. She held my gaze as she lowered onto my cock, light reflecting from her shimmery sweater to her face.
I held one of her hips in my hand and cupped her face as she moved over me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She smiled down at me, swirling her hips in a tantalizing circle, making me moan. “I love you,” she breathed.
“I love you so much, Birdie.” My voice cracked. Overcome with emotion, I pulled her face to mine, kissing her with every bit of love, every bit of passion she brought out of me.
We made love until both of us were spent, lying half naked in the bed with nothing on but our sweaters. As our breaths started to slow, she propped herself up on her elbows, looking over at me.
“I have a confession,” she said, her gaze fidgeting away from mine.
My eyebrows drew together. “Is everything okay?”
Tears filled her eyes as she shook her head. My heart pounded with worry as I sat up. “What’s going on?”
Her voice wavered. “I didn’t get you a present. And you did all of this for me.” She sniffed. “I’m so sorry. Just nothing seemed right.”
“Birdie,” I breathed, pulling her into me while she cried.
“I’m sorry.”
I held her face in my hands so she had to look at me–had to see me.
“Listen to me, babe,” I said, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “This life we have together? That is the gift.” I meant every word.
MARA AND JONAS VS. THE CHRISTMAS ROMANCE NOVEL
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MARA
I let out a frustrated groan,shut my laptop and folded myself over the desk. My laptop was still warm under my cheek as I lamented this deadline to myself.
