Page 105 of Santa Has a Six-Pack
My breath catches as I adjust to him.
“You’re a gift,” I say on a gasp. I don’t care one bit about how corny that sounds because I mean every word.
This man is a gift, and slowly but surely, he’s been unwrapping me.
Every defense I put up between us over the past month and a half has fallen away.
I’m completely vulnerable to him now, and I know it.
That should be scary, but at this moment, all I can feel is relief.
And a tingling sensation is building in my core.
“Damn, you feel amazing,” he says as we quickly find our rhythm.
“You do too,” I pant. “You’re really good at this.”
“Someone’s full of compliments tonight,” he smiles. “Remember when I used to irritate the hell out of you?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “No, I do not.”
“Cool. Me neither.”
He shifts position slightly, hitting me just right, and that tingling in my core burns brighter.
“Matt, I’m going to?—”
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he says. He wraps an arm around me and flips us over so I’m straddling him as he lies flat on his back.
“What a move!” I joke.
“What can I say?” He smirks. “I’m fancy.”
“You sure are.”
I sit up fully and lengthen my spine.
“My god, look at you,” he says.
One second, we’re laughing, and the next, he’s staring up at me with so much reverence, it takes my breath away.
“I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“You are, aren’t you?” I reach down and cup his handsome face.
What I don’t say is that I feel exactly the same way.
Being here like this.
With him.
It’s a dream I didn’t even know I had coming true.
He places his hands on my hips and says, “Show me what you’ve got, Pennywise.”
As we rock our way into pure pleasure, I remember way back in October when I told Dottie that nothing good ever happens to me at Christmastime.
I’ve never been happier to be proven wrong.
