Your Christmas Love (The Bennett Family 10)

He laughed, planting a kiss squarely on my belly. I wasn’t a quitter, but I knew when to throw in the towel.

“Fine, I admit it. I’m totally on board with your plan to keep me captive here.”

He laughed, leaning over me and rewarding me with a kiss that made my toes curl. I took advantage of him letting his guard down and pushed my pelvis up, shoving him away with my hands. He fell sideways, and I immediately climbed on top of him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I had a plan before you sidetracked me with your bossy ways.”

“And what’s that?”

“Want to give all this the attention it deserves.” I drew my fingers over his chest to emphasize my point.

“You ignored it before.”

I shook my head. “The first step was to lie on you and cuddle.”

“And the second one?”

“Wait and see, Mr. Statham. Wait and see.”

I mapped his upper body with my fingers, drawing small circles, touching every line and every dent. He was patient, I had to give him that. Although, judging by the feral, barely hanging-in-there look in his eyes, I wasn’t sure how long this would last.

When I placed my lips on his skin just above his navel, he let out a low grunt. Yeah... he was getting closer to that breaking point by the second. I tried not to smile against his skin... and failed. I just couldn’t help myself.

When I parted my lips, dipping the tip of my tongue in the dent between his six-pack, he tugged lightly at my hair.

“Sienna,” he grunted, “you’re driving me crazy.”

“I know.”

And there I went, smiling again. I looked up, only to find him gazing at me playfully.

“And pleased about it.”

“Very,” I admitted.

I traced a path with my mouth upward, lying on top of him again. He drew his fingers through my hair, and for a few minutes we were silent, just enjoying each other, until he asked, “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Tough call. Probably the second Hunger Games. Why?”

“I just want to know more about you.”

I propped my chin on his chest, smiling. “Okay.”

“Favorite book?”

“Anything John Grisham has written.”

“A thriller lover, nice.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You don’t sound as if you think that’s nice.”

“Anything with a murder in it gives me the creeps.”

I grinned. “Winston Statham, you’re afraid.”

“Absolutely.”