“You know what I want to do we haven’t done yet?” he asked.
After last night, I was dying to know what other things we could try. “What’s that, cowboy?” I tipped toward him.
“We haven’t watched any Christmas movies.” His smile was wide.
“Christmas movies? You want to watch a movie, now?”
“Sure. I’m starting to get into this Christmas thing. Which is your favorite?” He hooked his coat on the back of the door followed by his scarf.
“That’s a tough one. All-time favorite Christmas movie?” I thought through the usual catalog. “Have you seen Christmas Vacation?”
Grey had already turned on the TV and was repositioning the pillows on the couch.
“Yeah, in high school, but let’s watch it.” He picked up the remote and started flipping through the iTunes movies.
“Be right back.” I left him searching for the movie and walked into the bedroom.
If Grey wanted to watch a Christmas movie, I had no problem with it, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. I pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and shuffled through what little lingerie I had. I lifted a sheer black lace bra and matching thong from the pile. It wasn’t much, but that was the point.
I shed my sweater and ignored the chill bumps on my arms and legs. I strutted into the living room in my Christmas best.
“Find the movie?” I asked and slid into the open spot on the couch.
“Damn.” Grey chuckled. “I did, but you aren’t in the mood for a movie, are you?”
“I’m in the mood for whatever you are.” My hand wrapped to the inside of his thigh. “If it’s Clark Griswold, then let’s watch it.” I stared straight ahead at the television, waiting for him to hit play, but hoping he’d accept my challenge and take me on the couch like he usually did at home.
Grey inhaled, and raked his teeth across his bottom lip. I could see the inner debate brewing.
“You don’t think I can watch this entire movie with you dressed like that, do you?” he taunted.
“I’m just more comfortable this way, that’s all. Think of these as my pajamas.” I let my palm trail over my breast and across my bare stomach. I was crossing boundaries I hadn’t tried. “Let’s watch it.” I ran my tongue along the outer edge of his ear.
Without reacting to a single advance, Grey pressed the play button and the movie started. Not what I was expecting. I sank back into the couch, realizing my seduction was going to have to wait until Cousin Eddie saved the day.
But before the opening credits had finished, Grey turned and blazed a fiery kiss on my lips, pulling me underneath him with sudden fierceness. His hands raced along my sides, pulling the straps over my hips and knees until I felt the satiny fabric slip off my ankles. I moaned as his fingers swirled then dipped inside me, building a frenzy within me with only a few strokes.
I reached for his belt, but he pushed my hands away. “Uh-uh,” he growled before his mouth descended between my legs, his tongue sending sparks of electricity through my body. My back arched, my pulse throbbed, and my hands reached overhead as I took everything he gave.
Maybe this wasn’t a usual Christmas movie tradition, and probably Clark Griswold wouldn’t approve, but my God, it was the most incredible Christmas movie I had ever sat through.
There was a note on the pillow.
Gone to the store with your dad.
Loved last night.
XO,
Grey
I sighed and folded the note in half. I loved last night too. I’d have to suggest another movie. I stretched and looked at the clock. Shit. I was supposed to go to the studio with my mom for one of her morning yoga classes.
I jumped in the shower and quickly dressed in a pair of yoga pants, sports bra, and tank top. I’d add plenty of layers to appease my mother, but I wasn’t about to try complicated poses with extra padding from clothes. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and ran out the door.
“I was just about to come get you. You ready?” My mother’s long hair was styled like mine and she was wearing a sweatshirt that hung off her shoulder.
“Ready.” I smiled. I’d have to grab a cup of coffee after class.
On the way to the studio, my mother turned up the Christmas music and hummed along. Normally, her attempt to keep up with the lyrics would annoy me, but right now, it only made me giggle.
“You’re in a good mood, aren’t you?” She turned.
“I am. I’m glad Grey’s here.” I couldn’t tell her about our amazing sexual escapades that were keeping me up all night but still leaving me begging for more. It was the best possible unquenched desire I had experienced. It was hard not to wonder what we’d do tonight.
“He and your dad are hitting it off. They’re going to work on Dad’s old motorcycle today.”