Taking a deep breath for courage, I let my lids drift open and gasped at the depth of emotion blazing at me from his brown orbs. “You’re not disappointed? Or mad? Or ready to bundle me up and take me back home?”
“Not even close, Harley.” He lowered his head to briefly press his lips gently against mine. “I’m honored. Humbled. Downright fucking joyous to know you want me to be your first.”
I sagged in relief as I beamed up at him. “Does that mean you want the same thing?”
“Don’t you get it yet, beautiful? I want to be your first, last, and everything in between.”
My heart started to soar as butterflies swarmed in my belly. “I like the sound of that,” I admitted softly.
“You’d better,” he warned. “Because once I take you as mine, there’s no going back.”
This time, I was the one lifting my head to press my lips against his. “You’re exactly what I want, David.”
“As much as I want to kick my own ass for asking because I don’t want to risk you changing
your mind, it has to be said. Are you sure you know what you’re getting into with me? I come as a package deal with Luke, and there are plenty of younger guys without responsibilities like mine who’d be thrilled to have a chance with you,” he asked as his fingers clenched the material of my dress at my waist.
“Maybe, but none of them are you, which means they’re not the right guy for me because you are.” I slid my palms up and down his arms in an effort to soothe him. “And part of the reason I’ve fallen so hard and fast for you is because of how you are with Luke. You’re an amazing dad.”
“You’re falling in love with me?”
“Close, but not quite.” My cheeks filled with even more heat. “I’ve already fallen.”
“Thank fuck, because I love you, too.”
My eyes filled with happy tears. “You do?”
“How could I not? Like I told you the second time we met, you’re perfect.” He loosened his hold on my dress, and then slipped his fingers under the hem and started to lift it higher. “Except, you’re wearing too many clothes. I think it’s past time for me to unwrap my Christmas present. Don’t you?”
“Absolutely,” I agreed, sliding my hands to the buttons on his shirt. I only undid a few before he lifted my dress over my head. I was so relieved I had put on a bra and panty set that matched my dress earlier since I was now standing in front of David wearing nothing else.
“Damn, you’re even more stunning than I thought you’d be.” His dark eyes trailed over my body. “I’m a lucky man.”
I slipped the rest of his buttons through their holes and dragged it down his arms. Running my hands from his chest to the top of his jeans, I murmured, “I’m feeling pretty darn lucky, too.”
After I flipped open the snap and dragged the zipper down, he shoved his jeans and boxers off his legs. His hardened length sprang free, and my eyes widened nervously. “I wasn’t expecting your...package to be quite so big.”
“Don’t worry, beautiful. It’ll fit,” he chuckled, grabbing a blanket from the couch and tossing it on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. Then he swept me off my feet and laid me on my back on top of it. “I’ll make damn sure you’re more than ready for me before we get to that point.”
His voice was a rough rasp, and it sent goosebumps along my skin that only intensified when he ran his palms down my neck, across my collarbone and around my back to undo my bra. Then he slid it down my shoulders and his dark eyes heated with a passion that had my nipples pebbling. “So responsive already, with just a look. Let’s see what my touch does to you.”
He cupped the weight of my breasts with his palms and flicked his thumbs over my nipples. My back arched, and I pressed further into his hold. “Feels so good,” I moaned.
“It’s going to get a hell of a lot better.” He dipped his head low to draw one of my nipples into his mouth. Sucking it deep, he quickly had me writhing beneath him. He switched his attentions to the other side before trailing kisses down my belly on his way to my panties. He kissed along the edge, and then dragged them down my legs.
My thighs parted and he groaned when his gaze dropped to my pussy. “So wet for me. I’ve got to get a taste.”
My hips jerked up a little, and he grasped them with firm hands to hold me in place as he tortured me with his tongue. Whirling it around my clit, sliding it down my puffy lips and driving it into my wet core. He made me come twice, and then he added a finger. I clenched tightly around it, and he worked me hard until I could take another—pushing inside, stretching me open, and again driving me right back to the edge of an orgasm before he pulled them out and settled himself between my legs.
“Please,” I whimpered, tilting my hips to brush up against his cock. He slid through my wetness and eased the tip of his hard length into my tight core.
“You ready, beautiful?” he asked, his dark eyes blazing into mine as he held his body suspended above me.
“So, so ready,” I assured him, gliding my fingertips around his shoulders and digging my nails into the muscles there.
He pushed in another inch, and there was a pinch of pain. It wasn’t bad; I just felt full. Stretched.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he grunted. “Lift your knees and wrap them around my waist.”
He held still as I did as he asked, and my movement sent him a little deeper inside. My inner walls clenched, and he bent his head to claim my lips in a passionate kiss. With our tongues tangled together, he swallowed my scream as he drove his hips forward hard until he was seated all the way inside me. He lifted his head, and whispered, “I’m sorry, beautiful. I hate that I hurt you.”
I nodded, a tear leaking out the corner of my eye and trailing down my cheek. He kissed it away and murmured about how much he loved me and how good I felt until the pain went away. “It’s better now.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathed out. “Because your tight pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life, and knowing I’m the only man who’ll ever get to fill it up is making it damn hard for me to hold still.”
“Then move,” I suggested, wiggling my hips and moaning at the burst of pleasure I felt. It only got better and better as he pulled out and thrust back in. He pinned me to the blanket on the floor, his hands at my wrists, and fucked me. Hard and wild, completely out of control. The tide of sensation quickly pulled me under, and my orgasm crashed over me. With my body shuddering beneath his, he followed, filling me with his come.
“Best Christmas present ever,” he groaned when he collapsed next to me on the floor. “Maybe if I get you into a nice, hot bath, you’ll feel up to celebrating our first Christmas morning the exact same way tomorrow.”
“It could be your present to me,” I suggested, loving the sound of waking up to him in the morning.
“It could,” he agreed. “Except I already got you this.” He snaked one strong arm out to snag the gift with my name on the tag from under the tree and handed it to me. The very small, possibly a jewelry box shaped present couldn’t possibly hold inside what I thought it did, right?
Chapter Seven
David
After what we’d just shared, I couldn’t believe how nervous I felt handing her the present. Her brown eyes widened as she looked at it, then up into my face.
“Is that…?”
I laughed and shook the gift playfully. “You’ll have to open it up and find out.”
Almost reverently, she retrieved the box from my palm and a sweet smile stole over her face.
“Santa gave you what you wanted”—I gave her a naughty wink—“but he thought you needed this, too.”
Harley ripped at the paper, revealing a small, dark blue, velvet box. She gasped and held it tightly in her hands for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and opened it to find a folded piece of paper.
Taking it out, she examined the box, looking for something else. It was clearly for a ring, but there was only a note. Her brows furrowed in confusion and I stifled a laugh at her adorable expression.
While she unfolded the piece of paper, I reached under the tree to grab the other thing I’d hidden there earlier.
“Will you marry me?” she read aloud. Her head snapped up and I grinned, looking at the hand hovering over our heads.
She followed my gaze and her jaw dropped open. I held a sprig of mistletoe and from it, tied to a red ribbon, dangled a sparkling diamond ring.
“Harley, I love you with every beat of my heart. Will you marry me. Be my wife and the mother of my children?”
“Hell yes!” she screamed as launched towards me, throwing her arms around my shoulders and planting her lips firmly on mine.
We tumbled backwards, and I groaned as her naked body pressed into mine. I dropped the mistletoe and my hands glided over the soft skin of her back. When she shivered, my cock sprang into action, ready to find a home in her slick heat once more. But, I held back, knowing she was already going to be sore from how hard I’d taken her the first time.
Reluctantly, I tore my mouth fro
m hers and hugged her tight, panting and trying to catch my breath. “Bath,” I grunted, unable to get much else out. Her shoulders started to shake and I glanced down to see her head buried in my chest, muffling her giggles.
Grinning, I lifted her head and pecked her lips once more before sitting up. I grabbed the discarded plant and untied the ring from the ribbon before sliding it onto the third finger of Harley’s left hand.
“Now everyone will know you’re taken.” Smoothly, I got to my feet and lifted her into my arms. Taking the stairs two at a time, I hurried to my room and into the master bath. I set her on the counter and allowed myself to ravish her mouth one more time before forcing myself to turn away and start the faucet on the large, sunken tub. While it filled, I messed with the settings on the panel that controlled the house’s speaker system until Christmas music softly floated into the background.
Harley was perched on the counter, holding her hand out and admiring her ring with a soft smile. “Do you like it?” I asked as I stepped in front of her. It was a two carat, round diamond. The diamond crusting on the white gold band looked almost like frosting and it had reminded me of her cookies.
“It’s perfect,” she sighed. “I love it”—she popped a quick kiss on my cheek—“and you.”
I laughed and scooped her into my arms, heading for the tub. After setting her gently into the steaming water, I climbed in behind her. For a while, we snuggled in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying our time together.
“David?” Harley broke the quiet with uncertainness in her tone. “Are you sure Luke is okay with this? I love him a lot, and I don’t want to be the wicked stepmother.”
I loved that she was so concerned about Luke and quickly assured her, “He adores you, beautiful. He and Tyler talk about you non-stop these days.” I laughed but as I started to think about it, something was niggling at my mind. “In fact…”