Your Christmas Love (The Bennett Family 10)

I wiggled my ass in delight. His eyes flashed even darker. That looked very, very promising.

Since we were feeling feisty, we ordered a second dessert from room service. I wasn’t ready for this evening to end, and I thought Winston didn’t want that either.

Room service also lit the fireplace, and after devouring the apple pie, we just lay down in front of the fire, talking about everything.

“Want something to drink?” Winston asked.

“No, I’ve had enough. Just don’t move too much. I’ve found the perfect cuddle position. This is the only semisoft part of your chest.”

Deep laughter rumbled out of Winston. I smiled, happy I had this effect on him. I was pretty sure I hadn’t ever heard him laugh like that.

“Didn’t think there could be a downside to all this muscle-fest, but I found it.”

Winston played with my hair, wrapping an arm tighter around me.

I loved this so much. Just lying here with him—well, on him, talking, discovering things about each other.

“You were right. The fire is relaxing,” he said.

I grinned, looking up, holding up two fingers.

“This is the second time you’ve agreed with me today.”

“You’re counting?”

I nodded sagely. “Gathering ammunition for the next time you decide to be difficult, which I bet will happen soon.”

Next thing I knew, he rolled us around on the floor until he was on top. His pelvis pressed on mine. His hands kept my wrists pinned to the floor. I was his captive, and I loved every delicious second of it.

“So I’m difficult?”

I was determined to stick to my guns. “The most difficult man I’ve met.”

He drew the tip of his nose down my neck, bringing my hands down as he went even lower, until his face was level with my breasts. I squirmed underneath him.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Convincing you to reconsider.”

My breath hitched. He drew the tip of his nose along the underside slowly. Every cell pulsed in anticipation. When he continued the strenuous torture on the upper part, I felt like crying out. What was happening? How could every inch of my skin be so responsive? My nipples were so taut, so desperate for his touch. I wanted to grab something, tug, scratch, but he wasn’t letting go of my hands. There was no reprieve for the tension building inside me.

“You’ve gone quiet,” he taunted. The mere feel of his hot breath on my sensitive skin was driving me crazy.

Still... I wouldn’t go down that easy. I had no clue why I was so stubborn, but on I went.

“Just enjoying this,” I murmured.

He smiled against my skin, looking up from between my breasts. Then he trailed a path of kisses up my sternum, blissfully ignoring my nipples. He brought his mouth to my ear.

“I don’t want to leave this room,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to stay here, with you, so I don’t have to share you with anybody.”

“And you think you’d be able to convince me?”

“I’m sure.”

I wiggled my eyebrows. “I think you’re giving yourself too much credit.”

He cocked a brow, and I knew I was in deep trouble. He let go of one of my hands, skimming his palm downward, over my nipple. He only touched it lightly, but my skin was so sensitive that I moaned, clenching my thighs, trapping him between them.