Your Christmas Love (The Bennett Family 10)

“I want you to be happy. I want to bring you here as often as possible, keep you here.”

My breath caught. His fingers touched my lips and then my neck. He looked at me as if nothing else mattered more than me.

“And what exactly do you plan to do with me?” I teased.

He pressed his thumb against my mouth. I parted my lips lightly, licking it. His eyes darkened.

“Right now, I’m going to feed you. And after that, I’ll have my fill of you. All night long, Sienna.”

He moved off the couch, heading to the kitchen. I shimmied in place before rising to my feet. This man had a way with words that was just more than my body could take.

“What are you feeding me?” I asked.

“Grilled cheese sandwiches work for you?”

“Sure. I eat anything.”

He pointed a finger at me. “What’s that semipout?”

Damn. He’d caught that?

“Well... after the delicious rice you whipped up at my house, I kind of thought you cooked gourmet food at your place. At least we bought cupcakes for dessert.”

He laughed. “I don’t even have food in the fridge. Don’t have time to cook for myself right now. I just eat on the go.”

“What do you do after you leave the office?” I asked, confused.

“Most days I head to the gym. We’ve got one here on the top floor. It’s the only way I manage to unwind. Otherwise I’m too wired up to sleep.”

I could relate, sort of. But I didn’t have anywhere near Winston’s responsibility on my shoulders. I couldn’t even fathom how that had to feel. I could help though, couldn’t I?

I tilted my head to one side, drumming my fingers on the counter.

“You have that smile again,” he pointed out playfully.

“Nothing against the gym, I just thought of a more delicious way for you to unwind.”

“All part of my plan.”

“Silly me. Of course, it is.”

I helped him get everything ready for the sandwiches. While slicing the cheese, I accidentally dropped the knife on the floor.

“Oops. Sorry.”

“You’re not much of a cook?”

“Not really, but...” Tilting my head, I added playfully, “I don’t know if I should tell you this next thing...”

“Tell me what?”

“I just can’t seem to focus when you’re around. You distract me.”

He snapped his gaze up from my finger, and oh my... that look was in equal parts smoldering and affectionate.

“What exactly distracts you?”

“I could show you, but we might end up without dinner.”