Page 50 of Wrapped in Winter
“There's only one box left. I want to get all this laid out for the weekend. Besides, Blossom and Lief are opening the store tomorrow, so I can sleep in for a bit.”
“Your mom is keeping Lily?”
“She remembers how these stock nights went, so she knows not to call me until I call her tomorrow.”
“Good, you need the rest.”
I watch him open the last box, and I know it’s the Love and Lace lingerie sets we sent for. And when he opens the first bit of plastic wrap, he gasps.
I giggle. “What’s wrong?”
“I feel like a peeping tom right now.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, some woman is going to come in here and buy this, then wear it for her boyfriend or husband. And I’ve already seen it. It’s like she’s cheating.”
I laugh out loud. “Stop it. You’re being ridiculous.” He continues to sort through the box and stops when he holds up a deep pink set.
Razz-Ma-Tazz Raspberry.
The same set I was wearing on our first night.
He looks at me. “You had this on.” He holds the lace in his hand, balling it into a fist. “You were gorgeous in this color.”
“You remember?” I ask breathlessly.
He stalks closer to me, still holding the set. “I told you, I remember everything about that night. I emblazoned it onto my mind in case it was the only one I ever got with you.” His thumb rubs my cheek. “I’m so glad I get more.”
Unable to hold back, I throw myself against him, my hands going to his hair. He grabs at my ass, lifting me, and my legs wrap around his waist. That same feeling I had the first night is running through me once again. I can’t get close enough fast enough, and fear be damned, I want this man. I want him like my last breath and I don’t care if it’s good for me or not. If I'm ready or not.
I grind against him and love the strength he possesses to just hold me while I do so.
“Why is this happening again?”
He laughs low, a rumble running through his chest. “I’m irresistible.”
“Go to the changing room. There’s a couch.”
Again, the low rumble comes from him as he walks us to the back, still kissing me. When we get to the couch, I slide out of his hold and grab at the button on his jeans. His hand covers mine, stopping me.
“Wha–”
“Let me take you home. Make love to you in bed,my bed.”
“No.” I push his hand away and yank on his jeans and push him to the couch.
“You don’t want to come home with me?”
“I want you to stop talking.”
He laughs and leans his head back. “If you insist.” He threads his hand through my hair as I take him into my mouth, and I shiver at the tight hold. It’s been some time since I’ve done this but Drake makes me feel good, makes me feel like I can’t do anything wrong with him.
As if reading my mind, he says, “Fuck, your lips look so good stretched around my cock.” His dirty talk turns me on. I’ve never had a man speak to me like this, but it makes me feel sexy and wanted. I look up at him and he’s watching me with hooded eyes and a relaxed jaw. When I take him to the back of my throat and cup his balls, squeezing slightly, his chest expands and the smile that crosses his face makes me feel like I'm a queen. I giggle at his expression.
“What’s so funny?”
I pull off him and say, “You’re smiling,” before nibbling on his head and stroking his shaft.