She arched a brow but released her grip on me. “Everything?”
I wondered if I’d said too much, pushed too far. I hadn’t intended to say it, but I was sick of hiding my feelings for this woman. Rules be damned; if she hadn’t figured it out by now—my heart was hers.
I took her hand in mine, slid it up my chest to rest over my heart. “Everything.”
She swallowed, and the air around us stilled. This was a big moment. A turning point. I pressed my lips to her hand then released her, hoping I hadn’t made a huge mistake. I’d never gambled my heart, but I was ready to risk it all.
“Hunter…” She paused, my heart in the palm of her hand. Whether she realized it or not, this woman had the power to make or break me.
Afraid to hear her response, I smashed my mouth to hers, hoping to remind her of how amazing we were together. How good I made her feel. How desperate she was for me. I only hoped it was a fraction of how desperate I was for her.
She reached down, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of my slacks. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
The fact that she hadn’t admonished me for breaking her precious rules was a win in my book. And I took her response as confirmation that maybe she felt the same. It was enough—for now.
“But I wanted to eat you first,” I pouted, unzipping my slacks and pushing them over my hips.
She turned her back to me, fanning her hands over the back of the couch. “Later. I need you inside me.” She glanced at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were hooded, skin flushed, and she was so beautiful.
I wasn’t going to argue with that. My woman wanted me inside her, and I was happy to comply. Especially when she was presenting herself to me, heart-shaped ass barely covered by the thong that split her cheeks.
“Yes, ma’am.” I saluted her.
“Don’t call me ma’am.” She glared at me over her shoulder. “It makes me feel old.”
I smacked her ass, watching as the skin bloomed a nice pink color. “I’ll call you whatever I want,” I teased.
She sucked in a sharp breath, then growled my name. It was meant to be a warning, but I took it as encouragement. I knew what turned her on, perhaps even better than she did.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” I said, rubbing circles on the spot. “I bet if I reached between your thighs, you’d be dripping for me.”
She didn’t say anything, which only confirmed I was right.
“What are you doing for Christmas?” I asked as I sheathed my cock with a condom.
“I’ll be with my aunt.”
“Wrong answer.” I rubbed my cock along her slit, slicking it with her juices. “You’re spending it with me.”
“Hunter…”
“I believe the correct answer is, ‘Yes, Hunter. Thank you. I’d love to. Now please feed me your cock.’”
Her head dropped to her chest, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “Yes, to your cock. We’ll see about Christmas.”
“It’s simple, really. You want my cock,” I said, knowing this was a risky move. I’d tried it once before and lost. Though, watching her pleasure herself really had been a win in my book. “I want you…for Christmas.”
I’d hated spending Thanksgiving apart, and I refused to spend Christmas without her.
“Movies, delicious food, spending the day in bed…”
“That actually sounds really nice,” she said, surprising me.
“Good.” I thrust into her in one punishing move. “It’s settled, then.”
“Yes,” she sighed as I rocked into her, though I knew it was more from pleasure than agreement. “Yes. Whatever you want.”
I reached around, working her clit. “I want you in my bed tonight.”
