Your Christmas Love (The Bennett Family 10)

“I see. So, you didn’t enjoy everything I did to you?”

“I’m not answering that.”

He gave me one of those heart-stopping smiles. “Let’s see. Legs feel like Jell-O.”

He drew his hand up my outer thigh, slid it over my belly, stopping just under my breasts.

“Your skin is still sensitive.”

I sucked in a breath when he skimmed his palm over one nipple and then the other. They instantly turned hard, of course. There went my cover.

“And the way you look at me... it tells me everything I need to know. I’ll do whatever it takes so you keep looking at me like this.”

“Fair warning. You’re going to be in a world of trouble if you give me that ammunition.” I shrugged one shoulder, giving him a coy, playful smile.

“I’m up for it.”

I didn’t doubt it. Winston was a man of many talents. My heartbeat accelerated the longer he looked at me. I was important to him!

I just couldn’t contain my smile. I was so happy I felt as if I was about to burst with it.

“So, we’re back to me chastising you. I’ll have my revenge, you know.” I attempted to sound serious. He threw his head back, laughing. Ahh, I really needed to work on my acting skills.

“You can touch me all you want now, Sienna. Take revenge. But I don’t think you have any energy left.”

I pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him, shimmying in his lap to give him a taste of exactly how much energy I still had. I was brimming with it.

I leaned forward, bringing my lips level to his, unable to hold back my loony grin. “It’ll be my pleasure to prove you wrong.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Winston

I woke up early next day, but instead of heading to the living room, I lingered in bed. I kissed her exposed shoulder and arm, smiling against her skin. Waking her up was among my favorite things. Or so I thought... until she kicked me in the stomach in an attempt to push me away. Her eyes widened.

“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“If I say yes, how will you make it up to me?”

She narrowed her eyes before turning around. “Here I was, feeling guilty.”

“You should feel guilty.”

“Aha.”

I skimmed the tip of my nose up and down the side of her neck until I felt her shake with the effort of holding back laughter. Then I brought an arm around her waist, keeping her in place. She realized what I was about to do the second I skimmed my thumb along her underarm. She screeched with laughter, trying to wiggle out of my grasp.

I held her even tighter but stopped the tickling. I’d just wanted to make her laugh, not torture her.

“You’re so bad,” she said between guffaws.

I buried my nose in her hair, not wanting to let her go. If there was a happier place than this bed, with Sienna curled in my arms, I didn’t know what it was, nor did I care to find out. Having her here, in my home, was exactly what I needed, what had been missing from my life.

“Are you going to tickle me again?” she asked.

“No.”

“But you’re still not letting me go. Do you have sexy times on your mind?”