Page 23 of A Little Christmas Jericho
"But what about when I can't find my little?" I whispered.
Colter shrugged. "Then it means it isn't time for him to come out to play. Or thatIhaven't done enough to earn his trust yet. And that's okay, baby." His hands rested on my waist, his face so close to me, his lips hovered a breath away from mine. "Plus, I can think of quite a few things I could do with a Jericho who wasn't a little boy... don't you?"
He hasn't earned my little's trust.
As easy as that.
He took the blame.
Or more accurately, he admitted that the problem might be with him, and not with me.
"You're sure?" I asked.
He smiled. "Am I sure that I still need to earn my boy's trust? Or am I sure I want to do some grown-up things with the big Jericho? Because a yes on both." He thrust his hips up, letting me feel just how sure he was about the second half of that statement.
An involuntary moan slipped from my lips at the feel of his hardness pressed up against mine. My heart sped up, and mybreathing turned ragged as I dug my hands into his hair and pulled his lips down to mine for a hungry kiss.
His mouth was warm and firm against mine, his hands sliding up my back in slow, grounding strokes that made my mind finally go quiet.
There were no expectations. No pressure. He'd made that perfectly clear.
All I had to focus on was his steady heartbeat against my chest and the feel of his lips against mine.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. "Now, I'm gonna say this, and I'll repeat it as often as you need me to, but you need tolisten. There’s nothing wrong with you, Jericho." His words were whispered and rough. "You're scared, you're gun shy, and you're being careful with the most important part of yourself. That's okay."
My eyes burned a little, but I blinked the tears back. "Youreallymean that?"
He nodded. "I've never meant anything more," he murmured. "We'll go at your pace. Little or not. I don't care if we do nothing but make out again all night. As long as I end the night with you in my arms, I'm happy."
Something inside me unclenched at those words. I felt my body sag against his, my fingers curling in the soft cotton of his shirt.
"Okay," I whispered. "Now take me to bed, Daddy. I think it's time to show you what a good big boy I can be."
Colter's smile spread even wider, but his gaze was just as warm and sweet as before. "Only if you're sure, baby."
I thrust against him.
"Oh, I'm sure."
Colter wrapped his hands around me backside, and stood up with me still wrapped around him as he made his way to his bedroom.
Chapter 14
The feel of his arms wrapped around my body, holding me tight to him, was everything I'd ever imagined it would be.
He was hard and soft and perfect in all the right ways. The ridge of his cock pressed firmly against me, telling me he was just as into this as I was, while his soft (not too soft, mind) chest and tummy were the best kind of cushioning for a little boy to be held against.
Colter kept peppering me with kisses, interchanging the lip locks with soft nibbles against my sensitive lips as I struggled to control my breathing.
All while he carried me. All the damn way to his bedroom.
And before I knew it, I was being placed gently on the bed, like I was the most precious thing, deserving of being treasured. Colter reached over and slowly lifted my shirt over my head before doing the same to himself, exposing his wide expanse of chest to me, causing my mouth to go dry.
He wasexactlywhat I always liked.
A Daddy with the most delicious dad bod. Absolute perfection.
"Baby, you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to have to assume you want to do filthy things to me," he warned as he started unbuttoning his pants.
