“Goodnight, Bodhi.”
“Goodnight, Tess. I love you the most-est.”
“And I love you enough not to smother you in your sleep. Tonight.”
“That’s the Christmas spirit! Want to burn something just for funsies before I turn the light off?”
“Nah. I’m good.”
“Then do you care if I burn something just for funsies? Heh heh, get it? Because I smoke—”
“It’s time to stop talking and go to sleep now, Bodhi.”
“Fine. We have to head home early tomorrow anyway.”CHAPTER 10Tess
“But wait, there’s myrrh!”“I want a—”
“I want a—”
“I want a—”
“I can’t believe you replaced this stupid pillow yesterday.” I laugh, turning my head in bed to look back over my shoulder.
My laughter is quickly cut off with a moan when Bodhi holds his cock inside me and then swivels his hips against my ass, kissing his way up the side of my neck behind me.
“You know you’ll never be able to come again without listening to this song.” He chuckles softly against the side of my ear, his strong arms wrapping tighter around my body as we lay on our sides in bed, under the blankets, having warm, half-asleep morning sex.
One of his hands is cupping my breast, his thumb rubbing torturously back and forth over my nipple, while his other hand is down between my thighs, his fingers circling my clit as he starts pumping in and out of me again.
“Fuuuck, Tess,” Bodhi hisses in my ear when I hitch one of my legs back over his knee, opening myself up wider and arching my back so he can sink deeper.
I stop caring about the stupid hippo pillow that somehow made its way under us, when Bodhi’s fingers start circling faster. My warm, languid body vibrates with need, just like it did as soon as Bodhi woke me up by sliding his arms around me under the covers along with his cock inside me. As I push my hips back to meet his shallow thrusts, my fingernails dig into the skin of Bodhi’s arm that’s anchored around me.
“Let me feel you come, my little firestarter,” he whispers in my ear.
With a few more swipes of his expert fingers over my clit, I’m coming with a shout of his name while Bodhi follows quickly behind. His arms holding my body against him tighten as he rocks his hips against me, chanting my name against the side of my neck as I feel his cock pulsing inside me through his orgasm.
It’s the absolute best way to wake up on what I hope is the best day of our lives so far.
We stay tangled up together in bed with Bodhi’s arms still wrapped tightly around me and his chest pressed against my back, dozing off again for a few minutes until there’s a knock at the door. Four slow raps followed by two rapid ones.
It’s time.
“Come on. I have a surprise for you.” I tap my hand against one of Bodhi’s arms around me to wake him up, the one with his hand still firmly cupping my boob.
“I didn’t think I’d ever ask you this but… are you high right now?”
A short bark of laughter flies out of me when Bodhi asks me this question with so much shock his voice. Looking back over my shoulder and smiling again when I see his wide eyes, I lift my chin and kiss the bottom lip of his equally wide-open mouth.
“Just high on life, baby,” I tell him as I untangle myself from his arms and legs and scramble out of bed.
“This is it. This is the day you murder me,” Bodhi mutters, watching me pull my favorite pair of black cargo joggers with a chain that hangs down from two belt-loops out of my bag, a black-and-white checkered flannel, a slouchy black beanie, because fuck doing anything with my hair, and two other items that I hide in my armful of clothes. “You buttered me up yesterday letting me go Christmas crazy, and today is the day I die. You even gave me death row nookie. That was really very thoughtful of you.”
I laugh at his dramatics as he slowly rolls out of bed on the opposite side from me, and I toss a clean pair of khaki cargo shorts at him across the rumpled covers, as well as a green T-shirt with a gingerbread man on it that says Let’s get baked.
“Hey, this is new!” Bodhi perks up, holding the shirt out in front of him with a smile, showing the first sign of happiness since he decided me surprising him with something equals I must be killing him.
“Yep. It’s new.” I shrug casually, even though for the first time in my life I’m bursting with excitement like some kind of giddy little girl. “I gotta pee. Get dressed, and I’ll be out when I’m ready.”
We’re fully clothed and heading downstairs ten minutes later, with me walking carefully behind Bodhi on my tiptoes with my arms above his shoulders and my hands covering his eyes, maneuvering around all the damn nutcrackers as I walk him through the guest living room. Stopping him right by the coffee table in front of the couch, I drop my hands from his eyes and step to his side, watching his face when he blinks them into focus and sees what’s sitting in the middle of the table.