Your Christmas Love

by Layla Hagen

  “How are you feeling?”

  “I sobered up.” Touching the tip of her nose, she added, “I’m not seeing double. No need to be gentle with me. You can do whatever you want to me, Winston.”

  Those few words completely did me in. I pulled her against me the next second, doing what I’d been waiting all evening to do. I captured her mouth, owned her body. I lifted her sweater, skimming my fingers along every inch of skin I bared. Sienna exhaled a sharp breath, digging her fingers in my arm. When I reached under her skirt between her thighs, stroking two fingers along her panties, she gasped, lifting up on her toes, as if that one touch was already too much. And I hadn’t even begun. I wanted to make her feel loved, appreciated, a goddess, which was exactly what she was to me.

  Slipping my hand inside her panties, I stroked her bare skin. I teased around her clit, moving my fingers along her entrance.I peeled away her sweater and skirt with my free hand and pressed two fingers against her clit, drinking in every sound she made. It was all for me.

  I kissed down her neck, and even lower, ridding her of her clothes. When I skimmed my mouth in a trail between her navel and her clit, her breath became more labored. Time to ramp up the anticipation.

  When I flattened my tongue against her sensitive spot, she buckled over. I steadied her, gripping both her hips.

  I alternated nipping with my lips and pressing my tongue until she cried out, thumping her palms against the wall, curling her fingers.

  “You’re so hot, Sienna. And sweet.” I spoke as I kissed up her body until our mouths were level.

  Her breath was shaky, but her hands didn’t waver as she yanked away my shirt and then the rest of my clothes.

  She smiled, dragging her fingers down my chest. The lower she went, the more wicked her smile became.

  She cupped my erection with her palm, moving her hand in slow, deliberate moves.

  “Sienna, fuck. Baby, stop.”

  She was working me up too good, and I was already on edge. I needed her. To feel her wrapped around me, all warm and soft—all mine. Nibbling at her ear, I lowered my fingers down the side of her breast, to her ribcage before cupping her ass. When I pulled her to me, she braced both hands on my arms.

  My cock was trapped between us. I rocked back and forth gently, watching her come apart slowly as I drew my erection along her clit. I nibbled at her lower lip before sealing my mouth over hers.

  She groaned against me, pressing her nails in my skin, desperate and demanding. I loved it.

  I was touching every part of her within reach, but I wanted more. When I deepened the kiss, we stumbled backward into the room. I tried to gather my faculties long enough to think where to head. Left? Right? Straight ahead? I was too lost in her for that. She was all I could focus on.

  The couch. That was near, and she’d be comfortable. We lay down, laughing. But Sienna’s laughter faded into a moan when I nudged the tip of my cock along her entrance, teasing her. I propped myself on an elbow, watching her part her legs. When I pushed the tip inside her, her eyes fluttered closed. She rolled her hips, but I pushed them back against the couch.

  “Why the rush?” I whispered, kissing her chin.

  “Winston...”

  Despite being desperate for her, I slid in inch by inch, wanting to savor our connection. When I was inside her completely, I didn’t move for a few seconds, just basking in this incredible feeling. Heat and energy zipped through me. Light perspiration dotted her skin.

  I buckled, reaching for her breasts, placing open-mouthed kisses on the upper swell. I loved feeling the rhythm of her breath. If I remained still long enough, I could feel her heartbeat against my lips. Only, I couldn’t stand still at all. I felt a bone-deep need to touch and kiss every part of her. I slid in and out of her, claiming her body, her thoughts, her love. Feeling her unravel beneath me was incredible. Cupping one ass cheek, I hoisted her on one side, driving so deep that a blast of pleasure shot along my cock, from the base all the way to the tip.

  I had access to her neck this way... and with every thrust, my pelvis pressed against her clit. I could feel it every time she pulsed around me.

  My muscles tightened until my body held so much tension that I knew I wouldn’t last too long.

  “Come, baby. I want to feel you come all around me.”

  I stilled the movement of my hips, bringing my hand over her clit, drawing slow, deliberate circles with my thumb. She grew so tight around me that I thought I was going to lose my mind. I was sure of it. This was too good. Too intense. But I didn’t pause, didn’t even slow down. I wanted to tip her over the edge, watch her succumb to pleasure—feel it.

  When she gritted out my name, her inner muscles clenched so tight that I could barely breathe through the pleasure. I pushed my hips forward the next second, unable to stay still anymore, pushing in and out of her through her orgasm. I kissed her shoulders and her neck before capturing her mouth, tangling our tongues in the same wild rhythm. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to claim every inch of her, feel that she belonged to me completely.

  I came so hard that my entire body clenched tight. My muscles were burning, but I didn’t stop, didn’t relent, just kept rocking in and out of her until we were both spent.

  Then I shifted us until she was on top of me, lying with her cheek on my chest.

  I drew my fingers lazily up and down her back. My woman had worked up a sweat.

  “Don’t,” she chastised.

  “Don’t what?” I tried to sound innocent. Failed.

  “Don’t laugh at me for being sweaty.”

  I just couldn’t help myself and chuckled. “How did you know I was going to do that?”

  She looked up at me, propping her chin on my chest, wiggling her eyebrows.

  “You have this way of touching me when you’re holding back laughter. Dead giveaway.”

  My woman knew me well.

  “I’m so tired, I can’t even get up from here,” she murmured.

  “Works for me. I get to touch you all I want like this.”

  “Pervert. Taking advantage.”

  “Always.”

  I placed my hands on her ass, fondling it. She tightened her inner muscles around me.

  I groaned. “And here I thought you were too tired.”

  “Not for this.”

  “Who’s the pervert now?”

  She grinned and did it again.

  “Sienna, don’t,” I warned in a low voice.

  “Stop me if you can.”

  “That’s the thing, I don’t want to stop you.”

  Her mouth formed an O, but before she could react, I flipped us over to one side. I was getting hard again. I slid out of her, and when I pushed back in, her eyes widened. I came closer, feathering my lips on the tip of her nose, then repeating the movement over her mouth.

  All day today I’d felt as if I’d been trapped under a rock and couldn’t breathe, right until I’d had Sienna with me again.

  “What are you thinking about?” she murmured.

  “That you’re amazing, and you changed my life.”

  “I did? How?”

  “I can’t explain. The way I look at certain things, experience them.”

  She smiled, hiding her face in my chest. “You’re making me blush.”

  “Looks good on you.”

  “I see. Flattery. I think you have an ulterior motive, mister. And your ulterior motives are usually not so innocent.”

  “Maybe.” I grinned. She looked up when I caressed her shoulder with the back of my fingers. I couldn’t stop touching her when she was this close.

  “I knew it.”

  “Come here and kiss me, woman. Tonight, you’re all mine.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Sienna

  Next morning, I woke up with a remarkably clear head. No hangover, not even a headache. I had to thank this gorgeous man for insisting I drink water last night in between our sexy shenanigans. Right now, he was fast asleep, with his back t
o me. That was no good. I wanted to study him. As surreptitiously as possible, I moved to the other side of the bed. Much better. I could watch him to my heart’s desire right now. I feasted my eyes, but then the temptation to touch him was too big. I dragged my fingers down his chest in a featherlight touch.

  Wait a second! He wasn’t sleeping. There was a slight movement in his eyes behind his eyelids. The corners of his lips twitched.

  He’d been pretending. Well, well. I could play this game. I placed my hand back on the bed, waiting him out. One minute passed, then two. Then five. Right... clearly he was better at this than I was. Unable to hold back any longer, I poked his shoulder.

  His eyes flashed open the next second, and he broke into laughter.

  “I was curious how long you’d hold out,” he said between guffaws.

  “And here I was, trying not to wake you up.”

  “Your hands were all over me. How’s that trying?”

  I shrugged a shoulder, smiling coyly. “I said I tried. I didn’t say I was successful.”

  “You deserve a lesson for waking me up.”

  “You weren’t sleeping. It doesn’t count.”

  “You thought I was sleeping, and you did it anyway. It totally counts.”

  I licked my lips. “So, what’s the lesson?”

  I didn’t realize what he was up to until he went directly for my armpits. I shrieked with laughter, unable to defend myself. He only stopped torturing me when I was completely out of breath.

  He laughed wholeheartedly. “How is your head?”

  This right here was an excellent opportunity for some blackmail.

  “If I pretend I’m hungover, will you take care of me?”

  “I’ll take care of you anyway.”

  He kissed my forehead. His words warmed me all over.

  “And how?” I murmured, loving the feeling of his lips on my forehead, his hand cupping the side of my face.

  I had no idea how he made me feel so many things at the same time, but I couldn’t do anything else except bask in it.

  “First step. Breakfast.”

  “Now that you mention it, I’m hungry.”

  “Stay here. I’ll be back quickly.”

  “In bed? You’re pampering me.”

  “My pleasure.”

  He kissed my stomach before getting out of bed. I admired his holy hotness for all of two seconds before deciding I wouldn’t miss the sight of him walking around naked.

  But when I attempted to climb out of bed, he cocked a brow.

  “So staying in bed was a demand.”

  “You bet it was. You should at least hydrate before getting out. I’ll bring you water.”

  That was just too adorable. I was tempted to stay in bed just so he could dote on me. But... I was more tempted to spy on him naked around the apartment.

  “I’m fine, Winston.”

  He glowered. I laughed. He glowered some more.

  “Besides, you can hydrate me all you want while we’re in the kitchen. You hydrate me. I spy on you naked. Win-win.”

  “Fine, but any signs of a headache, and you come back to bed.”

  “Aye, captain.”

  I’d downplayed the reason I wanted to be near him. I wanted to gauge his mood, check how he was really doing after yesterday’s events.

  I kept a close eye on him during breakfast. We devoured pancakes with maple syrup. I also had coffee and plenty of water under his watchful gaze.

  Once we were done, I rose from my seat and walked over to him. He was sitting far enough from the table that I could comfortably climb in his lap.

  I’d given Winston shit when he’d insisted we throw on some clothes, but now I could see the benefits. Less distraction, even though the fabric of his shirt stretched so thin over his chest that I could practically map out every muscle.

  “Now, bossy man, I want you to tell me the truth. How are you holding up with the store’s troubles?”

  He rested his hands on my waist, kissing my chin once before straightening up.

  “I was thinking about taking on a partner. You know we’ve had inquiries from several companies.”

  “Wow. Okay. I didn’t think you’d even consider that. You were very categoric when I first brought it up.”

  “I told you that you’ve changed me.” He winked, but I could tell he was serious.

  I placed my palms on either side of his face, caressing the edge of his lips with my thumbs.

  “You’re serious?”

  “Yes, I think it was a mistake to believe I could do it all myself, even though you think I’m brilliant.”

  “Hey, it takes a brilliant man to admit that his way didn’t work and he needs to pivot. How will you decide on a partner?”

  “I have this smart branding expert I’d love to help me veto them.”

  “Yes, sir, at your order.”

  I shimmied in his lap in a little dance of victory.

  “Sienna. Stop, or this conversation will be very short.”

  “Oops. That wasn’t intentional. Really. When do we start?”

  “Right now.”

  I loved that he trusted me so much. I’d never felt so empowered and appreciated.

  Climbing out of his lap, I first headed to the bedroom, returning with a thicker shirt for him.

  “What’s this for?” he asked, perplexed.

  “For you to wear. The one you’re wearing is so transparent you’re practically naked. Does not help my concentration, trust me.”

  He barked out a laugh, nodding. Guess what I hadn’t taken into consideration? To put on the new shirt, he first had to get rid of the old one, which meant I got an eyeful of his naked torso.

  “God, you’re sexy.”

  I only realized I’d said that out loud when Winston laughed.

  “You could have just closed your eyes.”

  My cheeks heated up instantly. “I could have. But where’s the fun in that?”

  Winston had his laptop here. I didn’t, but I worked just as well with pen and paper, especially because at this stage, I was basically just making a huge pro-con list for every company.

  We judged based on several factors such as general brand appeal, capitalization, benefits other than monetary value, and so on and so forth.

  Four hours later, we had fifteen pages worth of notes and a spreadsheet with three hundred values. We still had a lot of work ahead of us, but this was a solid start.

  “My eyes are blurry,” I said on a yawn.

  “Let’s call this a day. I’ve been overworking you.”

  I batted my eyelashes. “You totally have, and you can make it up to me for the rest of the day.”

  “The lady needs to relax?”

  “Yes, she does.”

  “Always happy to make myself useful.”

  “I’m warning you, I’ll be very demanding.”

  He scooted closer on the floor until our thighs were touching.

  “I can’t wait.”

  A smile was playing on his lips.

  “Okay... I have to admit, I thought you’d be more... how do I say this... stressed out isn’t the right word.”

  “Neurotic?” he suggested.

  “Well, yes.”

  He leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “Being around you has this effect on me. I’m calmer, I see things clearer.”

  “So basically, you just need me with you all the time so you’re not grouchy?”

  “Exactly.”

  I kissed his cheek, smiling from ear to ear. “I can totally do that.”

  “Damn, and I thought I’d have to work for it.”

  “If you insist, I can play hard to get.”

  “Come here.” He pulled me in his lap. My thighs were pressing against his. I wiggled my lower body for good measure.

  “How do you always manage to get me where you want?”

  “This isn’t where I want you, sweetheart.” His voice was suddenly lower.

  “And where do you want me?”
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br />   “In bed. Panting, calling my name. Writhing when I have my mouth on you.”

  And just like that, my entire body felt like a livewire. But I was determined to hold my ground. A certain someone deserved to be teased.

  “Well, doesn’t sound that promising.”

  “Really?” He drew his hands up my arms, lingering with his fingers on my shoulders. “I have other ideas too.”

  “Don’t you dare tickle me again.”

  I scurried away, just out of his reach. He waggled his eyebrows. I shook my head, eying him carefully. I was still reluctant to lower my guard when my phone beeped with an incoming message.

  “I’ll behave. I promise.”

  “I don’t believe your promises right now, mister.”

  He held up his hands in defense. I reached for my phone quickly.

  “Victoria just texted me. She’s asking if we want to go to their house for dinner. Apparently half the family will be there. Want to go?”

  I looked up at him hopefully. There was no better way to spend an afternoon than surrounded by a bunch of Bennetts.

  “Look at that smile. Think I stand a chance of saying anything except yes?”

  “Good to know. I’ll add it to my list of emotional blackmail tactics.”

  I’d thought Victoria was exaggerating when she meant half the clan was there, but she wasn’t. Yesterday’s group was here, plus Logan and Alice’s husband, Nate, and Blake’s wife, Clara. She was pregnant, and Blake was constantly doting on her. It was fascinating to watch Blake completely transform around his wife. They had a boy, Maddox—who was a mini-Blake—and they were expecting a girl.

  The second I entered the living room, I glowered at Christopher.

  “I’m on my best behavior today, I swear,” Christopher said.

  Blake nodded quickly. “Me too. In fact, I’m on extra good behavior to make up for last night.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Blake, I’m having trouble believing you. You’re getting more intense every time I see you. Careful, you’re turning into Logan.”

  Blake clutched his heart theatrically. “You wound me, Sienna.”

  “Hey, I heard that,” Logan called from further inside the room. I grinned sheepishly but didn’t say anything else. I wasn’t wrong.