Page 78 of Santa's Girl
Not with her arms wrapped around my neck.
Not when I carried her like she weighed nothing at all.
Not when I laid her back in my bed and made sure she knew exactly what I meant by burning.
Her legs parted for me like they were waiting, wrapping around my hips as I settled between them. I took my time, hovering just close enough to feel the heat of her, but not giving in yet. Her eyes locked on mine—dark, dilated, begging without a word.
"Missed this," I murmured, tracing my fingers down her side, over the curve of her hip, feeling her shiver under my touch. Theflannel she'd stolen from my drawer had ridden up, exposing the soft plane of her stomach, and I followed that path with my mouth. Slow kisses, open-mouthed, tasting salt and her. She arched into me, fingers threading through my hair, tugging just enough to make my blood roar.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties—simple cotton, nothing fancy, but fuck if it didn't drive me wild—and slid them down her thighs. She kicked them free, and I caught her ankle, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, then higher, deliberate, watching her bite her lip as her breath hitched.
“Bear, please," she whispered, voice wrecked already, and that was it—I was done teasing.
I shed my shirt, shoved my sweats down, and she reached for me, nails grazing my chest, pulling me down until our bodies aligned. Skin to skin. Heartbeats syncing. I kissed her deep, swallowing her moan as I nudged inside—slow, inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of me stretching her, filling her.
She gasped into my mouth, legs tightening, heels digging into my back. "Yes... just like that."
I rocked into her, tender at first—long, deep strokes that had her whimpering, clinging, her hands everywhere: my shoulders, my ass, urging me on. The bed creaked softly under us, sheets tangling as we moved together, unhurried but building, that sweet friction coiling tighter with every thrust.
Her breaths came faster, ragged, and I shifted my angle, grinding just right against that spot that made her eyes flutter shut. "Look at me," I said, voice rough, cupping her face. She did—lips parted, cheeks flushed—and the trust there, the raw need, it undid me.
I slipped a hand between us, circling her clit with my thumb, steady pressure matching my rhythm. She shattered first—bodybowing off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat that echoed through me. Her walls clenched tight, pulsing, pulling me under.
I followed seconds later, burying deep, spilling inside her with a groan that felt like it came from my soul. We rode it out together, trembling, sweat-slicked, until I collapsed onto my elbows, not wanting to crush her but not ready to let go.
She smiled up at me, lazy and sated, tracing lazy patterns on my back. "Best wake-up call ever."
I chuckled, kissing her forehead, her nose, her swollen lips. "Told you I'd make it worth it."
Her laugh bubbled up, soft and warm, as she pulled me closer. And just like that, the morning stretched out—endless, ours.
She was still stretchedout in my bed, hair a damn mess, my flannel sliding off one shoulder, a lazy smile curving her lips like she’d won something.
Maybe she had.
Hell—maybe I had too.
“Stay,” I ordered as she stretched like cat. “I’ll fox breakfast.”
She smiled warmly and snuggled back under my covers. “Damn straight,” I growled.
I finished cooking the bacon. Fixed her coffee the way she liked.
Next came scrambled eggs, extra soft. I toasted some bread McDaniels had baked the day before. Cut up an apple, threw in a little container of peanut butter on the side. Napkin. Fork. Mug. Tray.
By the time I walked back into the bedroom with the whole setup, she was propped up against the headboard, one knee bent, hair in a loose mess around her shoulders.
She blinked at the tray like I’d just handed her diamonds.
“For me?”
“Nah, for the other half-naked woman in my bed,” I smirked. “Eat up.”
Her laugh was low and sleepy. I set the tray in her lap and climbed in beside her, tugging the blanket up over both of us.
She took a sip of the coffee, eyes closing like she was actually about to melt. We ate quiet for a few minutes. Peaceful. Her knee knocked into mine every so often, and neither of us pulled away.
“So,” I said, brushing a crumb off her lip with my thumb. “What do you say we take the truck into town later? I need to get the men gifts.”
