Page 54 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“And what is Santa going to say when we visit him tomorrow?”
Santa’s house is set up here at the resort. Supposedly, the real Santa was from here hundreds of years ago, and the tribe, the Sami, were his “elves.”
“Aren’t we a little old to visit Santa?”
“Blasphemy,” I tease. “We’re in his hometown. Of course we need to visit him.”
“I don’t intend to land on his nice list tonight. It’s a little late for that.” With one hand, she cups me through my thick pants. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I grit my teeth as the temptation to toss her onto the pile of blankets grows stronger. Instead, I pry her hand loose and press a kiss roughly against her palm.
“Let’s watch the lights first.”
This might be the first time I’ve suggested something other than immediately moving our foreplay to more. Her confusion is evident in the wrinkle between her eyebrows, and I press my lips there, breathing in her unique scent coupled with the freshness of the air and snow.
“Okay…”
“Why don’t we get changed, and I’ll meet you in there?” I motion to the glass igloo.
She nods before disappearing into the bathroom.
I double-check that everything is ready before rushing into a pair of flannel pants, opting to keep my thermal shirt on. I’ve just uncorked the champagne when she leaves the bathroom, her own thermals still in place.
Maybe I should have opted for a warmer locale for Christmas. Somewhere she could walk toward me naked. But I know how much my girl loves the idea of a white Christmas. It may not snow here tomorrow, but there’s plenty of the frozen stuff as far as the eye can see.
“Champagne?” I ask once she’s folded herself gracefully to the floor.
Nerves assault my stomach.Is now the right time for this?But I shake off the anxiety. I can’t imagine a better moment.
She takes a sip before setting the flute off to the side and lying back to stare through the glass at the rainbows of lights already visible around us.
“This is so magical. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“You’re welcome. Were you really surprised?”
She tilts her head, and her eyes meet mine in the dim light. “I was. This has been amazing.”
Unable to resist, I angle closer and tease her lips with a chaste kiss. “I love you.”
She gives me a soft smile. “I love you too. Aren’t you going to look at the lights?”
“In a minute.”
The look she gives me is quizzical—furrowed brow, slight frown. “What are you up to, Andrews?”
My palms grow clammy where they rest against the blanket, and I can’t help but smile. Damn, she’s gorgeous. “Nothing.”
“The last time you had that look on your face and said ‘nothing’ was right before you went down on me in the recording booth.”
It was during a session for our new album. She was supposed to be in her booth and me in mine. Instead, I snuck into her booth and didn’t stop until she was begging me to take her home. We made it as far as the car in the parking garage.
“We’re not in a recording booth,” I remind her.
Her eyes glaze over and her tongue peeks out to moisten her lips. Suddenly, I wish we were.
Focus.
“I love you,” I tell her again. I’ll never tire of those words.
