“Are they anything like what your mom used to make? I tried one before I iced them, but I wasn’t sure.”
He nods as he chews. “Exactly. You even got the icing right. One half-dipped in icing, the other plain.”
Before he’s even finished the one in his mouth, he picks up another. “I forgot how good these are.”
“Let me taste.” I reach for one, but Teddy moves the tin, holding it up where I can’t get any, and takes another bite.
“Hey!” I exclaim playfully.
He keeps the tin up high as he makes a big show of throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he chews. A sexy groan escapes. He mumbles around the cookie, “So good.”
Instead of making another attempt at reaching the cookies, I crawl into his lap. I wrap my legs around him and press our chests together.
“You don’t share very well.”
“They were a gift,” he says when he’s done chewing, “from my girlfriend.”
My brows lift.
“I mean, if that’s what she wants to be.”
“She wants to be.”
His mouth descends on mine. He tastes like ginger and sugar. We kiss until my body trembles and we’re both panting, then we move to the floor in front of the Christmas tree. Mom was so tickled that Teddy brought us a tree, she moved the artificial one we had in the living room to the dining room, and put his in its spot. I love how it smells and the way it looks, but mostly, I love how he knew the perfect thing to get me. He was paying attention that day at the tree lot. Maybe he always was.
As he lavishes me with long, sweet kisses, he pulls my shirt over my head. The way he looks at me, my desire mirrored back, makes my body flush.
His hand slides around the back of my neck and draws me closer. “You’re so beautiful, Holly.”
He fingers the necklace, running his thumb over my name.
We fall to the ground. Our kisses are more urgent as we strip each other down.
I climb on top of him. His dick nudges my entrance, and he shifts, so he isn’t poking me. “I don’t have a condom.” His hands roam over my side, back, and up to cup my breasts. “Think your brother is asleep yet?”
“You are so not asking my brother for a condom.”
He scrunches up his nose. “Yeah, that’d be weird.”
I lean over him, my boobs are conveniently in his face, and he takes advantage of the position to capture one in his mouth. Reaching under the tree skirt, I pull out the strip of condoms I put there with the cookies.
I sit back and hold them up, letting them dangle from my fingers.
His chest moves in a quiet laugh. “Under the tree?”
“I couldn’t think where else to stash them.”
“What if someone else had found them?”
I lift one shoulder and let it fall. “I would have blamed Felix.”
Laughing, he pulls me back down to him and then rolls us, so he’s on top.
“Are you sure?” he asks, staring down at me with those soft gray eyes.
“Positive.” I beam up at him. “I’ve dreamt about this for so long.”
He dips his head to place a kiss above my belly button. While his mouth travels lower, his gaze flicks up to mine. “Me too, sweetheart.”