Page 85 of A Love Like Christmas Time
Fuck, I love his hands on me.
Without breaking the kiss, he reaches for my night light and turns it on, illuminating the room in warm, soft glow.
Slowly, one of his hands makes its way up my body, under the loose shirt I put on for bed. Caleb breaks the kiss. I sit up to let him pull the shirt over my head and throw it aside. My breasts are exposed to the freezing room, my nipples tightening, even though his burning gaze is sending heat throughout my body.
“Fuck,” Caleb suddenly curses, and I lift my eyebrow at him. That’s not the reaction I’m used to getting when I take off my shirt.
“We still don’t have condoms.” He groans, his face falling, downright heartbroken. Playfully, I tap a finger against my lips.
“What I’m hearing is,youdon’t have any condoms.” A sly grin tugs at my lips. “But if you open the top drawer of my nightstand-” He doesn’t even let me finish the sentence before blindly reaching for it. He rips the top drawer open so forcefully it almost leaps from its hinges.
“Did I ever mention you’re amazing? Breathtaking? Perfect?” He takes one of the foil packets out of the drawer and puts it right next to his pillow.
“Thank you, Lauren,” I say pointedly but soften it with a grin.
“Thank you, Lauren, goddess walking on earth, sunshine in the dark-” as he sings my praises, I reach for the hem of his boxer shorts, motioning for him to take off his shirt.
It takes some maneuvering, but I manage to pull his boxers down and shimmy out of my panties while he pulls off his shirt under the blanket.
Then he cradles my face and captures my lips in a kiss that turns me into pudding in his arms.
“I want to see you,” he mumbles against my lips once he breaks the kiss.
“It’s cold,” I whine and pull the blanket tighter around me. But the way he looks at me with his ocean-blue eyes is sending a zap of heat right to my pussy.
“Alright,” I give in with a pout and let out a deep sigh as I sit up. The cold sends a shiver down my spine and I scrunch my nose as I let the blanket fall from my shoulders.
“Fuck,” he bites his lip, his fingertips digging into my thighs. My nipples tighten when the cold air brushes them, hardening under Caleb’s heated gaze. The intensity in his eyes leaves a hot trail on my skin as he lets his eyes roam over my naked form.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, trailing a path up my thigh with his finger. Goosebumps spread all over my skin as he works his way up my side, then palms my breast, catching my hardened nipple between his fingers. A shiver runs down my spine.
“Okay, time’s over,” I finally announce and reach for the blanket behind me.
“Wait, I have a better idea.” His hand wanders up my body, past my neck and into my hair. Then, he tugs me down on him and turns us around with one swift move.
“Oh, I like it when you manhandle me,” I giggle, tracing a finger over his biceps and squirming under him. Fuck, if I wasn’t horny for him before, I definitely am now.
“That’s good, because I like manhandling you,” he whispers, and softly strokes my cheek with his thumb before capturing my lips in a kiss. “Is that warm enough for you, Your Highness?”
“As long as you stay close,” I draw random patterns over his naked back, grinning when the sensation makes him shudder, “and I love the title. Take this as my petition to make the nickname permanent.”
“Maybe ‘princess’ would be more fitting.” He shakes his head at me, then leans in for a kiss that turns me into a puddle.
“Hmm, I’ll take it.”
My hands roam over his back, his muscles moving under my fingertips as his hands explore my body as if he’s trying to remember every dimple, every inch. He’s savoring it, every sigh he can draw from me, every hitch of my breath when he brushes a sensitive spot.
He loves taking his time, but I’d really like to finally have his cock in me.
“Caleb,” I whine impatiently and dig my fingertips into his side. With my other hand, I reach up, gently pushing his chin until he looks up at me. “I want you.”
Finally, one of his hands traces a curvy path up my thighs and between my legs. A soft sigh falls from my lips as his fingers glide through my folds, carefully massaging my entrance.
“I love how wet you are for me,” he murmurs, trailing kisses up my neck. I lean my head back, giving him more room.
Before I lose my mind completely, I reach down, palming his thickness and slowly caress him.
“I love how hard you are for me,” I whisper with a wink, stroking him. His fingers keep massaging my entrance, and as he leans down to capture my nipple between his lips, his tongue darts out to tease it. He’s driving me crazy.
