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She snorts a laugh and wraps her arms around me. “I get to pick the first movie. And we have to watch all Christmas movies.”
I kiss up and down the column of her neck. “Are they all going to be sappy?” She giggles and I’m not sure what that means. “I get one veto and no black and white.”
“Deal.”
I pull back and narrow my eyes at her because that felt too fucking easy. She winks at me and then hops up out of my lap so fast I’m not able to keep a hold on her. “I got you something,” she shouts over her shoulder and my fucking heart swells in my chest.
As I rub the spot absently, I smile at the blush on my woman’s face when she walks back in the room. She tosses something my way and then plops down next to me.
“It’s not much and I didn’t have time to open it since it just arrived today.” I shoot her a look to tell her she’s being ridiculous, and rip open the soft plastic mailer. It’s not heavy and small, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less excited about getting a gift from my woman. “Mine are in there too,” she whispers.
I pull out two pairs of socks, the snowflake pattern on them matching, but one of them is a deep cranberry and the other is a forest green. I can’t help but smile at my woman as she grabs hers and gets ready to put them on.
For some reason, my voice is tight as emotion clogs my throat, “You wanted us to match?”
She looks at me, her eyes wide while her tone tells me she thinks my question is ridiculously silly, “Well, of course. I didn’t think I’d get you in a onesie to match mine, so socks had to be close enough.”
I bark out a laugh and warmth fills me as I pull my socks on. I’ve never worn Christmas socks in my life, but there’s something so damn cozy and comforting about it. This is the kind of tradition I can get behind.
“I don’t know,” I tease her, “you could probably bribe me into wearing a onesie with you.”
My woman’s eyes light up as she grabs the remote for her small television and starts scrolling through some streaming movie options. “I’ll have to keep that in mind,” she whispers.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders and tuck her into my side, marveling, again, at how perfect she feels. We fit. I never understood what the guys with old ladies were talking about before. Now I do and I’m going to fight like hell to keep her at my side.
When Robyn presses play, my jaw drops open when I see she’s pickedDie Hard. I’m sure she can hear the shock in my voice, “This is your pick?”
She looks at me and scrunches up her nose, “What? It’s a Christmas movie,” her tone is defensive.
I bark out a laugh and settle in to watch one of my favorite movies, seeing no reason in the fucking world to argue with my woman. Hell no. This is the perfect pick even if having her body pressed up against mine is distracting as hell.
The terrorists haven’t even taken over Nakatomi Tower before I lay my woman down on the couch and position myself above her. Her voice is breathy and filled with need as she stares up at me, “What are you doing?”
“I can’t stand it anymore, Temptress. You’re looking sexy as fuck in your pajamas, and I need to be inside of you. It takes a little maneuvering, but I work her onesie over her curves until she’s exposed to me.
“We’ll miss the movie,” she whispers, but the heat in her eyes and the way she clings to me tells me she doesn’t really mind.
“Fuck the movie,” I growl before kissing her hard.
She opens for me so damn beautifully and when I taste her on my tongue, I lose all sense of time and responsibility. I kiss her until we’re panting, until I have to release her lips and take a breath. My hands roam over her curves, mapping them and memorizing every inch of her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Robyn” I groan against her lips.
Her hands reach down and push my pajama pants over my hips, freeing my cock and making us both moan when our skin touches. I sink into her quickly, needing the connection between us, needing to remind myself and her.
We move together, the movie long forgotten. We don’t look away from each other, the magic connecting us growing and tying us tighter together with every thrust, every moan, every breath. It’s something that won’t be undone. Something I’ll protect and defend with everything in me.
“Please, Tuck,” she moans, her back arching and her hips trying to coax me to move faster, “fuck me. Make me come.”
I grit out through my teeth, “You’re going to soak my dick with your pussy when you come, aren’t you Temptress?”
The whimper she gives me in response is all I need. I give her what she wants, what she needs, and she meets each of my strokes, pushing us higher and closer. As my balls draw up, I know I’m not going to be able to hold out for much longer.
Thankfully she’s right there with me and we find our pleasure together. Just like it should be.
I hold her in my arms, both of us naked except for our socks, with a Christmas movie playing in the background. I’ll make sure it becomes a Christmas tradition for the rest of our lives.
CHAPTER 11
