Page 26 of My Boyfriend Marks Trees

“Yesss.” Her turn to be over emphatic.

Dinner tasted delicious and was full of smiles and laughter as she heard about their day.

While she wanted to rush Greta to bed, she controlled herself. She was a mother first. Her daughter deserved more than to be put down early so Charlotte could get some nookie.

When the time came, Ares carried Greta to bed, but they both read the story, taking turns doing the voices of the prince and princess.

When Greta’s eyes closed after a mumbled, “Love you,” Charlotte’s gaze met Ares’.

“I’m not tired yet,” she said.

He held out his hand.

Charlotte had never been so nervous in her life. She linked her fingers with his, but rather than lead her into his room, hedrew her close in the hallway and began swaying slowly in time to the Christmas music they could hear from downstairs.

Unexpected, but it relaxed her. She leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. His hands cupped the indent of her waist, and his mouth brushed against her hair.

Soft. Sensual. Also arousing.

She tilted her head and found him staring at her, a slight smile on his lips.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured.

Rather than reply, she lifted on tiptoe for a kiss.

It started out slow, a rub of their mouths, an exploration that mixed warm breaths. His hands dropped to palm her ass, and she moaned at the feel of him pressed firmly against her.

She dared to slide her tongue against his, a teasing touch that deepened the embrace and drew that sexy little growl of his.

“It’s like you want me to lose control,” he murmured, not once letting his lips leave hers.

“Would that be so bad?” To her, the idea he could be so impassioned only made her desire him more.

“How did I get so lucky?” his reply before he drew a startled cry from her as he swept her into his arms.

She wanted to protest—I’m too heavy; you’ll hurt yourself—but held her tongue because he carried her with ease into his room.

Rather than set her promptly on her feet, he let go of her legs and kept her tight to him, tight enough she could feel his erection pressing against her belly.

Oh my.He appeared to have some size to him.

She stroked her hands over his shoulders and down his thick biceps. Such nice muscles.

“May I undress you?”

His request, so polite, had her nodding, and she shivered as his fingers grabbed the hem of her sweater and lifted it. He removed it, leaving her clad in only her bra, but she didn’t feel a need to cover herself with her hands. Why would she when his gaze smoldered?

“Your turn.” She tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans, and he helped her to strip it, revealing his smooth, toned flesh. She couldn’t resist placing a kiss on his pec, and he groaned.

“You’re just determined to make it hard for me to take it slow.”

“Maybe I don’t want slow,” she quipped as she raked her nails down his chest and over his abs.

“My sweet and sexy Charly,” he murmured before kissing her again. A short kiss, as he let his mouth trail kisses along her jawline. Nibbled his way down her neck. A good thing he held her because her knees went weak.

He walked her backwards until her legs hit the bed and she sat down. He knelt in front of her, his hands working the button to her slacks. She leaned back to help him tug them off. She kind of wished she wore nicer panties, the pair she had on simple pink cotton.

He didn’t seem to care. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”