He spent some time doing this. I spent that time enjoying it. And when his mouth finally lifted from mine, I was enjoying it so much I went after it to keep it.
When I didn’t get it back, my eyes slowly opened and I found my hands were under his suit jacket. One was pressed tight to the muscle of his back. The other was pressed tight to his hard ass.
Nice.
I also found his lips were quirking.
Annoying.
“That body isn’t mine?” he whispered.
I made no response and not just because I was breathing too heavily to speak.
“Least that mouth is.” Ren kept whispering.
I found my voice then.
“Kiss my ass, Zano,” I whispered back.
That got me a smile which meant Ren got a squeeze.
His smile got bigger.
My heart lurched.
“I can do that,” he stated.
I rolled my eyes even as my happy place quivered because he could, he had and I liked it when he did.
Still smiling, he bent his head and kissed my neck. Sliding his lips up to my ear, he murmured, “Let’s go home.”
Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and walked me quickly to his Jaguar (seriously, he was a bossy jerk, but his ride was sah-weet).
You will note, I didn’t protest.
Because I might have been guarding my heart.
But I was absolutely not guarding my body.
* * * * *
Christmas Morning…
I woke, naked, tangled up with Ren in his bed.
I had my face stuffed in the side of Ren’s neck, an arm thrown over his stomach and a leg thrown over his thigh.
He had an arm around me and the instant I woke, it tightened and his deep voice rumbled, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
I closed my eyes hard.
What the hell was I doing?
Just as quickly as my mind asked it, I decided Christmas day was not the time to explore that question.
I opened my eyes, and being a holiday person, a family person, and a person who found every reason possible to party and/or celebrate, I didn’t have it in me to lay down the boundaries during the most joyous day of the year.
Not with Ren close and his voice warm and rumbly on Christmas morning.