What the hell had just happened?
I was pretty sure a bomb had just gone off in my brain. I’d still been reeling from coming my fucking brains out and she’d been off me like a shot.
I scrubbed my hands over my face. My plan to kill Christmas with orgasms and distraction wasn’t going so well. The orgasms—that was definitely a check. The virgin thing I hadn’t counted on. Regardless of her age, she was a vibrant woman with an amazing personality to go with her mind-melting beauty.
But instead of getting her out of my system, all I could focus on was the fact that I’d been the only one ever inside her. Even more terrifying was how much I liked it. “Fuck,” I muttered as I rolled off the bed. I took care of the condom before slipping on a pair of sweats.
I crossed to the master bath and pressed my hand to the door. “Kay?”
“I’ll be out in a second.”
Her voice was way too chipper. Her elf voice. The everything-is-going-to-be-fine voice. I sighed. “I’ll be downstairs. Don’t be long.”
“I won’t.”
“I, um, picked up some stuff in town.”
The door opened. “What kind of stuff?”
I smiled. One thing a woman couldn’t resist was a present. “It’s on the bed.” She tried to peer around me and I blocked her. “Come on out.”
She huffed and looked away from me, but couldn’t stop herself from trying to peek again. I drew her out of the room. She was wearing one of my plaid shirts, the tails flirting with her long legs. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
“Now don’t get offended, I bought it big on purpose.”
She picked up the hand-knitted sweater I’d purchased from one of the shops in town. It had an original pattern that no manufacturer could duplicate. The bulky yarn was soft in a misty gray color. She didn’t even hold it up to see what it would look like on her. She unbuttoned the three buttons she’d done up and slipped off the shirt. My damn jaw unhinged when she stood there completely at ease with herself enough to tug the sweater over her head.
“Oh, wow.” She brushed her hand over the material. “It’s like a cloud.” She immediately went up on her toes and kissed my cheek. “Thank you.”
I shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal is buying a sweater on the clearance rack. This was thoughtful and I love it.”
I pulled her into me and slid my hand under the fabric. “I’m glad you like it.” Her soft eyes went liquid as I palmed her ass.
“Pretty decent bribe to get me out of the bathroom, Mr. Murdock. Not very Scrooge-like of you, either.”
I frowned down at her. “I’m not Scrooge.”
“Oh? Is there another present for me? Tis the season and all.”
I frowned. “This is a practical gift.”
“Uh huh.” She went up on her toes and met my mouth with hers. The kiss was sweet and teasing. Not the brain-melting kind she’d knocked me over with, nor the inviting kind. It was pure pleasure. I found that I wanted more of them.
And because I wanted it so badly, I backed away from her and picked up the shirt off the floor. “Do I get this back now?”
She frowned as she curled her fingers over the edges of the cuffs. “I
suppose.”
I shrugged it on and it was warm from her body. I nodded to the leggings I’d gotten for her as well. “If you get dressed like a good girl, I’ll make you my famous French toast.”
“Now you want me dressed?”
“For safety’s sake.”
“Splatter? Bacon grease? By the way, mmm…bacon.”