Dirty Christmas
Slowly, he lowered himself onto his elbows, kissing her gently, almost sweetly.
When he spoke again, his voice was still rough. “I’m going to spend every Christmas like this from now on.” He kissed her cheek. “With you.”
Another kiss. “Under me.”
Another. “Beside me.”
Another. “Mine.”
Arianna laughed breathlessly, pulling him closer. “You’re impossible.”
He nipped her bottom lip. “You have no idea.”
He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck as their bodies stayed joined, warm and tangled in the morning light.