Page 55 of It's Going to Be a Chrome Christmas
She smiled wide. “I approve.”
He wiggled his eyebrows wickedly. “Good. Sit up.” He went back on his heels, straddling her legs. She rose and took off her top before he could. His hands cupped her tits. “God, I can’t wait until I get to see these daily. Wake up every day with you,” he dipped his head to place a kiss on her throat, “and go to sleep with you in my arms every night. That’s the dream, Trixie. You’re my dream.”
A shiver ran through Trixie. “Soon.”
He nodded against her skin. He blindly reached for a pillow. He placed it behind her on the bed and then laid her back down. Cayden spread himself out over her, taking his time to kiss every inch of her body. He started up at her ears and worked his way down her throat to her breasts where he feasted like a starving man on each nipple. His hands worked in unison, massaging her scalp, shoulders, arms, and breasts as he moved onto a different part of her body. She was a rapturous pile of mush by the time he made it down to her navel.
Oddly, he skipped over her lace-covered sex and paid attention to each leg. He knelt on the floor by the bed to thoroughly massage and kiss each of her feet.
“Look at me, baby girl.”
It took great effort to lift her head. When had he gotten her panties off? He’d either had a condom already on his person or he’d found the stash she’d put in the nightstand. She watched as he rolled the latex down his cock. He crawled his way back onto the bed between her legs, gripping her ankles to widen them.
“Trixie.” She met his mismatched eyes. “I need to say this, even if it’s just once, even if you don’t say it back.” Her heart pounded in her chest, knowing exactly what he was about to say. Her mind worked on overdrive, needing to memorize every detail of this moment, knowing just how monumental it was for the rest of her life. “You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. You smell like grease and motor oil. You can take apart a V8 engine blindfolded, which is so unbelievably sexy. Fuck, baby, what I’m really badly trying to say is that I love you.”
She felt herself shiver as her heart swelled in her chest and a wide smile spread over her lips. Her ears hummed like they were soaking up his words and craving more. Trixie reached for his hands. When he gave them, she pulled herself up onto his knees. She could feel his covered cock pressed between their bellies.
Trixie wrapped her arms around his neck. “You silly man, that’s whatIwas going to say.”
She lifted herself up, using one hand to hold onto his shoulders and the other to maneuver his hardness to her opening. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto him.
They both groaned in unison.
“Say it,” he gritted out. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. “Say the words, Trix.”
Using her fingertips, she traced his face from forehead to chin. “I love you, Cayden Russo.” She rose and then back down on his cock. She trembled at the feel of him rubbing against her inner walls. “I love you,” she said again.
Suddenly she found herself flipped over onto her belly on the mattress. Cayden pressed his hard body against her back, sliding back into her in a single motion. Trixie shoved the pillow out of the way so she could breathe. She tipped her head to the left as he pressed his mouth into his spot just below her ear.
Holding onto her hips, Cayden ground himself into her over and over again. Trixie gasped and moaned. She craved release while never wanting this to end. His teeth gripped her ear lobe, causing her to groan.
“Please,” she managed to plead out. “Cayden, please…”
“Come with me,” he drawled into her ear. His speed picked up. “Come, baby. Come for me.”
“Cayden!” she shouted as her body convulsed. Pleasure ripped through her veins as she saw fireworks behind her eyelids.
She heard him grunt, “Fuck, baby! I love you! I love you so goddamn much!” before his body convulsed over hers.
Both gasping for air, silence fell as they savored the moment. Light kisses trailed up her spine, drawing a smile to her lips. Carefully, he pulled out of her and then journeyed to the bathroom to dispose of the filled condom.
Trixie rolled onto her side to watch him. He carried a washcloth back to her. He proceeded to wash between her legs before tossing the cloth unceremoniously towards the bathroom.
Cayden stretched out on the bed next to her. He touched her lazily, trailing his fingers up and down her side. It was a good thing she wasn’t ticklish. “How did an ex-biker like me get so fucking lucky with an amazing girl like you?”
She grinned teasingly at him. “I believe you won a bet.”
He shook his head. “That bet gained me a kiss. You’re so much better a prize and I am completely unworthy of you.”
Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t like it when he said that. Trixie pushed him over onto his back and then straddled hiships. “You, Cayden Russo, are more than your rap sheet. You are more than an outlaw biker. You are more than a gearhead.”
“Am I?”
She nodded, leaning over him but didn’t kiss him. “You’re sweet and caring, cocky and talented. But most importantly, you aremine. And you know how protective and possessive I am with my…merchandise.”
He chuckled. “So I’ve heard.” He gripped her hips. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
She smiled. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Russo.” She leaned over to kiss him but paused when she saw his nose scrunch. “What?”
