Page 15 of A Collier First Christmas
It was much harder than I expected to walk away and leave her there.
I crept down to the bedroom knowing Lily had the monitor somewhere. I just needed to find it. In the meantime, my wolf ears were on full alert listening for any sounds coming from the nursery. If there was even a change in her breathing I would be right back in there.
I could see Lily laid out in our bed on top of the covers. She was naked.
I froze and gawked. God she looked sexy.
“I can’t believe you got her in the crib without waking her.”
I jumped back in shock.
“You’re awake?”
“Very,” she said.
I sniffed the air. My favorite scent in the world. Lily was turned on which always made me instantly hard.
“Is it okay for her to be there?”
“Get over here,” she said. “You have no idea how incredibly sexy it is watching you with our baby like that.”
I waited a second for her to say she was just kidding or something. No way was I getting lucky just for putting the baby to bed. That should be a common every night thing, shouldn’t it? Then again, I could definitely get used to having sex as a common every night thing again.
Since the baby was born, I took what I could when I could get it. I understood Lily was often exhausted, that the baby had just started sleeping for more than a few hours at a time, and both of our priorities had been on her first and us somewhere down the line.
It had been the biggest change since having a kid, in my opinion.
Still, if all we had were fifteen minutes together, I tried to make the most of them. It made it feel rushed and hard to fully get into the mood. Sometimes the baby was asleep in the corner. She very often interrupted things. Cammie was the biggest cock blocker of my life, which had early on earned her the nickname whammy.
There used to be a game show called Press Your Luck that my dad had always loved. I would sit and watch reruns of it with him as a kid. People would play to earn money and prizes while trying not to land on the whammy. If the whammy randomly popped up, they lost it all and it often meant game over. Sadly, that’s what my sex life had been reduced to. Taking my chances of making it to the end before whammy sounded off.
Not tonight. I needed Lily, and tonight I was determined that things were going to be different.
I walked over to the bed and ran a hand from her foot up her thigh and along her side. When my fingers lightly brushed the side of her breast, she moaned. She hadn’t been this relaxed and needy in a long time, always half into it and ready to spring to mommy mode at a mere whimper from the baby. She moaned again reaching for me. I knew then I was a goner.
I leaned down and kissed her. If this was what happened when I took care of our daughter, I’d sure as hell be doing it a lot more often from here on. And Cammie was going to have to start sleeping in her own room because I needed this. I needed my mate.
I climbed up on the bed, stalking her like she was my prey.
Lily rolled to her back and looked up at me reaching up and running her hands down my chest. When her nails scrapped my skin and she looked up at me with a heated look, I nearly came right there in my pants.
“Too many clothes,” she protested as she tugged at my jeans.
I jumped back off the bed and happily discarded them and then sunk down into the bed beside her.
“I know it doesn’t always seem like it,” she said softly, and I could see concern filling her eyes, “but I need you. I need you so badly.”
I didn’t think she only meant for pleasure, but I was still just a man and it was the only thing I could focus on in that moment.
I kissed her slowly, determined not to rush things and praying whammy cooperated. I trailed kisses slowly down her neck, across her shoulder stopping to suck on the mark I had left on her body when we bonded.
She clung to me hungrily, but I kept things slow as I moved down her body painfully, and slowly until I reached the epicenter of her womanhood.
Once upon a time I woke her every morning this way. It had sort of been our thing because Lily had always hated to wake up in the morning and was a bit of a beast before coffee, but it’s hard to be cranky when one is fully satiated, or at least that’s what I had discovered with my mate.
Now she was up often before me and I missed her, I missed this.
My tongue pleasured her fully until she was fisting her hands in my hair and crying out my name. It was music to my ears.
