Page 128 of My Favorite Holidate

Her breath seems to come faster. “Take them off right now.”

In seconds, I unwrap her, and once she’s free of the lights, she throws her arms around me and whispers, “You’ve become mine too.”

There’s a vulnerability in her eyes that I’m not sure I deserve, but one I still desperately want. I can’t let her be the only one to say the hard thing, though, so I cup her cheek. “I meant everything I said last night right here in this bed. I have wanted you for so long. For more than a year. You’ve been front and center in my mind. I’ve been thinking of you, and craving you, and wanting you. You’ve been like a dream I didn’t think I could ever catch.”

Her breath halts, then comes in a soft stutter. “You’re not dreaming,” she says, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. “You’re awake and I’m all real. All yours, Wilder.”

My chest is so hot. My skin is like the surface of Mercury, but it’s because my heart is on fire. I can’t take it anymore. I claim her mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. I pour all my feelings into it—all the emotions that I’m terrified to say, but I’m even more terrified of not saying them soon.

AndsoonI will.

When I break the kiss, she tugs at my shirt.

I take the hint and strip it off, then grab a big towel from the en suite. “Lie down on this,” I say as I return to the bed, then move the towel under her.

I settle into my favorite place—between her legs. “This afternoon you showed off your tree-decorating skills. Now I’ll show off mine.”

Her lips part in naughty delight. “Will you now?”

“Yes, even though I already have an advantage. My tree is the sexiest tree ever.” I take the canister from the foot of the bed and point it toward the hollow of her throat, spraying a dollop of cream there. She shudders. I dip my face and lick it off with a throaty groan.

She gasps softly. I kiss her throat once more, making sure I get every last drop.

I spray some whipped cream on her tits, a generous dollop for each nipple. Pulling back, I take a good, long look at the gorgeous woman naked before me. “You are the perfect holiday treat,” I say.

She gives me a saucy smile. “Better taste me and make sure.”

“Quality control and all,” I say dryly.

I flick my tongue across her gorgeous breasts, licking the treat off her, savoring every single taste till she’s moaning, “That feels so good.”

“And I’m not even close to being done.”

“I never think you are, Wilder. Never. You’re insatiable,” she says.

I raise my face and look her straight in the eyes I love. “You make me insatiable.”

Then I decorate her stomach with swirls and lines all the way down to her belly button, and I take my sweet time licking it all off. When I’m done, I climb over her and gaze down at the redheaded beauty who’s become the center of my world. Who makes my heart thunder and my mind spark. And who makes my soul feel settled. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

It’s not quite sayingI’ve fallen in love withyoubut it’s close. So close.

“Everything,” she answers decisively, then her gaze strays to the Christmas tree in the room.

As it flashes on and off, I don’t know why this didn’t occur to me sooner, but I’m glad it’s occurred to me now. “Do you know what good girls get for Christmas?”

“What do they get?”

“They get fucked under the tree.”

The look in her eyes is wild anticipation, and I have half a mind to carry her off the bed and sit her down under the tree right now, but first things first. In the en suite, I grab another towel and wipe the remnants of the whipped cream off her.

When that’s done, she gathers the fleece blanket from the bed and spreads it underneath the tree, then lies down on her side, giving me the sexiestcome hitherlook ever. “Mr. Blaine, why don’t you tell Santa I’ve been very, very good?”

If there has ever been a better gift for anyone on earth than this woman lying naked, waiting for me, I won’t believe it. “Ohh, he knows. He already told me to give you multiple orgasms tonight.”

“He must have read my Christmas list.”

Heat floods every damn cell in my body, and I give her a long, lingering look as I grab a condom. “I did, honey. I did.”