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“You’re gonna be so damn excited,” he tells me with a smirk.
“Why?”
“Go look outside.” He tilts his head toward the door.
“No…” I gasp. “No way!”
He nods and follows me to the big double windows in the living room. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but the moonlight makes it visible. Outside, a thin layer of snow coats the grass, something that doesn’t happen too often in Texas.
“It’s a Christmas miracle!” I shout, so excited to see the white-covered ground. Without thinking, I go outside and immediately regret it because it’s freezing, but I scoop up some snow that almost immediately melts when I grab it. I hurry and mold it into a ball, then throw it at Riley. He chuckles, closes the space between us, and pulls me into his arms. His soft lips gently paint mine, and I sigh against him. To think, I almost lost him, and at moments like this, I’m so grateful I didn’t.
“I love you so damn much,” he whispers.
“I love you more,” I say, pouring everything I have into him. A shiver courses through me, and Riley leads me back inside.
“The last thing I need is you getting sick,” he says, pouring me a cup of coffee. “I’m gonna feed the animals, and then I’ll be back to get you for lunch at Grandma’s.”
I walk over to him, sitting on his lap. “But don’t you want your Christmas present now? It’s not suitable for your parents to see.”
His eyebrows perk up. “Uhh. Fuck yes.”
“One second,” I tell him and rush into the bedroom, pulling a sexy set of red lingerie that I bought online from my dresser. After I change, I walk back into the kitchen in panties and a bra that leaves no room for the imagination with a ribbon tied around my stomach.
“Merry fuckin’ Christmas to me.” He beams, untying my makeshift bow. Riley picks me up in one swift movement and carries me to the bedroom.
“You have time, right?” I ask, knowing he has a list of things to do before the sun rises.
“I’ll always have time for you, sweetheart. No matter what,” he murmurs. Laying me down on the bed, he takes his time admiring me as he removes all of his clothes. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
He still has the ability to make me blush. “Come here,” I demand.
Our lips crash together, and I wish we could spend all day rolling under the sheets as the snow falls outside, but I’ll take him whenever I can get him. Riley wastes no time, looping his fingers in the lace of my panties and sliding them down before removing my bra and taking each nipple in his mouth.
I let out a moan, needing him more than I need warmth on this cold winter day.
“Shit, you’re ready for me, baby,” he hums, sliding his fingers between my legs. “I have to taste you first. Christmas breakfast.” He winks, which makes me chuckle. The man has no shame.
As he drags his lips down my stomach and kisses between my thighs, I nearly beg him to stop teasing me. But when his tongue flicks against my clit, I see stars. Riley knows how to please me in ways no one has ever been able to, making sure I come at least once before he does. As I lose myself in the moment, he hovers above me, carefully filling me with his length. Placing my palms on each side of his face, I pull his mouth to mine, allowing our tongues to dance as our bodies move together in perfect rhythm.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” He grins, panting as he speeds up the pace. His words are so heartfelt and make me feel like I’m his whole world.
My body tightens, shaking as he brings me over the edge. I moan his name, digging my nails into his back. His body seizes, latching his lips to mine as he releases inside me. Riley topples over, pulling me with him, and I laugh.
“Best Christmas morning I’ve ever had,” he teases, and I can’t help but agree.
Soon, we’re cleaning up, and he’s putting on his layers of clothes so he can get the day started. I frown because I already miss him.
“I’ll pick you up around eleven for lunch.” He gives me a goodbye kiss, and I want to pull him back into bed with me, but I know I can’t. I yawn, and once he’s out the door, I easily fall back to sleep.
I wake to Riley plopping down on the bed next to me, brushing his fingers over my cheek. I reach for him with sleepy eyes and a smile.
“You know we can’t be late,” he reminds me, but there’s no way I’d forget. Grandma Bishop invented punctuality.
“Is the snow still there?” I lift my head and try to catch a glimpse out the window but fail miserably.
