“While I’m very much looking forward to dessert,” she ran her fingers teasingly down the center of my chest until they landed on my belt buckle, “typically, people relax after dinner, maybe even open a present or two before dessert.”
“Ari, you are the gift, one I plan on worshipping all night long.”
Her smile made my knees weak, as did the sultry sway of her hips as she slipped past me and walked over to the Christmas tree.
The lights were down low, and a soft glow illuminated the living room.
“I’m glad you think so because I’m ready to be unwrapped,” she purred suggestively, not needing to tell me twice.
The excitement coursing through my veins surpassed Christmas morning as I closed the distance between us and knelt before her, reaching for the clasp on her strappy high heels.
“Nuh-uh,” she murmured, causing me to pause. “Start at the top.”
“I see how it is . . . someone wants to be fucked with her shoes on, do they?” I asked, dragging my fingers up over her thighs.
She nodded, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth before I used my thumb to break it free so I could teasingly suck on it between my lips.
“Any other surprises?” I asked.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Her brow arched seductively.
I unclipped her hair and watched as voluptuous strands of red fell over her shoulders, curly and whimsical.
Almost sinful against her tanned skin.
But it wasn’t until I tugged on the belt of her black wrap dress that the fabric separated like morning curtains. The marvel of the beaconing sun nearly blinded me as if I’d just discovered the world’s eighth wonder.
A Christmas angel.
My Christmas angel.
My naughty angel draped in red satin and lace.
“Thank fuck, you’re a paramedic, babe, because my heart . . .” I rubbed with pressure over the center of my chest, feelingits frantic beat, strong and keyed up as it raced while the thunderous sound filled my ears. “Fuck, Ari, you’re a vision, an absolute goddess.”
She was every birthday candle wish I’d ever made.
Every wish upon a star.
The ultimate gift, and I was the lucky bastard who got to unwrap her.
“Tell me, no one else has ever seen you wearing this?” I asked, feeling slightly off-kilter, hoping and praying it was for my eyes only.
“Just you.” She pursed her red-stained lips.
“Thank fuck for that.” I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing I didn’t have to murder anyone. I’d never survive jail without breathing the same air as her.
As I stood, taking her in, my gaze soaked up every smooth inch and enticing curve. Her skin was untouched, a blank canvas, one I craved to leave a permanent mark on, just like she had unknowingly done on my soul.
My fingers itched to tug at the little red bows holding the wisps of delicate fabric together, torn on where to start.
I was so fucking gone for her.
I wanted to fall to my knees and worship every inch of her, and I did just that, not wasting another second before hooking her leg over my shoulder. Her sweet feminine scent filled my senses with an intoxicating level of desire and craving I’d dreamed about every single night since the bar.
“I’ve waited so long to taste you, Ari.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
