“It wasn’t your style at all. It was plain.”
“Some call that classic,” I teased. But the ring had been very much Carl’s style. A perfect princess-cut diamond solitaire on a platinum band. It was beautiful. But Finn was right: It wasn’t really me at all.
“Classic, my ass. You’re too good for something that basic.” He tugged the door open, and country music seeped outside. Finn leaned down close to my ear. “You deserve a ring that shows how much the man you’re marrying loves you. How well he knows you. A ring that when you slide it onto your finger, you know it’s forever.”
I sucked in a breath. My legs were frozen in place. “And what kind of ring is that, Chewy?”
“I think you’ll know it when you see it.” His lips grazed my ear. “I guess some things you’re going to have to see to believe, Reese Murphy. But I’ve never been afraid of a challenge.”
He was saying all the right things.
And damn, did I want to believe him.
“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” his deep voice whispered from between my legs. The room was still dark, but there was some light coming from the bathroom, so Finn must have gotten up. I blinked a few times, and a loud laugh escaped my lips.
My legs were bent, and he was propped up to look at me, wearing a Santa hat on his head. “Ho ho ho. Don’t say no.”
“Oh my gosh. Chewy! Why are you wearing a Santa hat?”
He pushed up on his knees. The man was stark naked, wearing nothing but a red hat with white fur circling the edge with a matching white ball hanging off the tip. My gaze moved down to see his erection, ready as always.
I couldn’t get enough of this man.
What was going to happen next week? I’d just go back to my sexless life?
“It’s Christmas. I couldn’t wait to give you your gift, but then I saw you there, sleeping like a fucking angel, and I wanted to give myself a gift.” He leaned down and kissed me.
“A gift for you, huh?”
“Damn straight. Waking you up with you coming apart on my lips. There is no better gift you could give me.”
We’d had sex last night, and I’d fallen asleep naked in his arms, barely able to keep my eyes open. I couldn’t remember a time that I’d been this tired.
Yet I was ravenous for him.
Maybe that was why I was worn out. Maybe my blood work would just show that I’d had way too many orgasms over the last few weeks.
Exhaustion by orgasm. I was here for it.
“I’m going to miss you, Chewy.” I couldn’t stop myself from saying it. We’d been confessing all the things lately, and I knew that goodbye was coming soon.
“It’s not goodbye, baby. It’s just, I’ll see you in a few weeks. I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.”
I nodded, fighting back the lump in my throat. Why was I such a weepy mess lately?
“As much as I love the idea of your face between my legs… I need to feel you right now.”
“Oh, yeah? How about I take you out by the tree, then? We can turn on the fireplace, and I’ll let you feel every inch of me. And then we’ll open presents.”
He never could wait. Not when he was a kid, and not any time since.
“I like the sound of that.” I yawned, and he scooped me up, wrapping the blanket around me as he strode naked through the house, carrying me like some sort of present. He set me on the couch and walked over to the fireplace and turned it on, all while giving me a wonderful view of his toned ass. It was impossible not to laugh when he turned around, wearing that ridiculous hat and looking like a Greek god with his tan, glistening, chiseled body.
He dropped down to sit, pulled the hat off his head, and unwrapped me from the blanket before settling me on his lap.
“Merry Christmas, Miney,” he said as I shifted so that I was straddling him.
“It certainly is.” I waggled my brows before lifting up and positioning myself just above him.
He groaned as I slid down slowly, my gaze locked with his. Pops of citrine danced in his gray eyes in the firelight flickering from behind me.
I took my time at first, sliding up and then coming back down at the same speed. And then his hands found my hips, and his lips found my hard peak, and my body surrendered.
He took control, guiding me up and down his shaft as he set the pace. Our breaths filled the air around us. My head fell back as my entire body started to tremble.
“Finn,” I cried out.
He thrust into me a few more times as I exploded around him. A feral noise escaped his lips as he followed me right over the edge. We rode out every last bit of pleasure. My head fell against his chest as we both panted, waiting for our breaths to slow.