Page 71 of Sexted By Santa
His sincerity warmed me, and I couldn’t stand the few inches between us. I couldn’t take him to bed, but I could hold him.
“Come here.”
He edged over, and when I held out my arm, he snuggled against me with a sigh. “You know, I had fantasies about cuddling you when you wore that sweater yesterday.”
I chuckled a little as I shifted us into a comfortable position. “My T-shirt must be such a letdown.”
“Not really. It still has you inside.”
Aw. Christian was killing me with sweetness. How did I not see the quality in him for so long? Granted, we barely spoke. Christian might have judged me when I decided to drop out, but I’d never tried to see the situation from his point of view. I’d judged him just as harshly. Worse than that, I’d held a grudge.
“I’m so glad you set up that ridiculous Thrust profile,” I murmured. “We might never have gotten here without it.”
Christian tilted his head up, a small smile playing on his lips. “Just don’t ever tell Barry. He’ll take all the credit.”
“It can be our secret.”
On the screen, contestants scurried around collecting ingredients. But I was too captivated by Christian’s gaze to watch. He seemed to broadcast his desire for a kiss with his eyes, and I couldn’t resist that look.
I tipped my head down, brushing our lips together.
The kiss wasn’t hot and urgent, but sweet and languorous. I let my eyelids drop as I explored his mouth, tasting a hint of sweet maple syrup on his tongue. When he moved his mouth to my neck, I sighed with sleepy pleasure. His hand slid under my shirt, not feeling me up, but stroking soothingly.
“We should get you to bed.”
I blinked twice, my mind foggy. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “Dozing off while making out. Not cool.”
Christian laughed. “I might be offended if it was mid-kiss. Dozing while cuddling seems acceptable.”
Ah good, I hadn’t crashed while my tongue was in his mouth. Life goals.
Christian’s voice lowered, sounding more intimate as he said, “Besides, you have very good reason to be tired today. You didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Mm. Worth it.”
Christian stood and grasped my hand, tugging me up. “Come on, big guy.” He sounded strained. “Show me to your bedroom.”
I had a sluggish thought that I wasn’t supposed to be taking Christian to bed, but I was too tired to follow it to its conclusion. I staggered down the hall, his hand on my waist, as if he was worried I’d fall down. I was just about tired enough to pass out standing up, so maybe it was a legitimate concern.
I opened my door and walked inside, heading for the bed.
Christian looked around. “Feels like I’ve been in here.”
“I didn’t think you’d be looking at anything but me in those videos. I’m offended, Professor.”
Christian approached me, gabbing my T-shirt and tugging it up. I lifted my arms, letting him undress me. “You get off on calling me Professor, don’t you?”
“Maybe a little. I like teasing you.” I hesitated. “Do you hate it?”
He tossed my shirt aside and popped the button on my jeans. “No, but there are other things I prefer you call me.”
“Like Santa?” I teased.
He narrowed his eyes. “Like my name.”
“Christian,” I said quietly as he unzipped my jeans and pushed them down my thighs. My cock rose to half mast, pushing out the fabric of my blue jockstrap. His breath stuttered a little as he helped me climb out of my jeans. “I like you undressing me, Christian.”
“Good.” He turned back the blankets. “Get in.”
