“Wait.” He grabs my hand as I turn away. “I have something for you, too.”
“You do?”
“It’s silly. I just—there are so many things I want to give you, but I don’t want to scare you away. So I started small. Okay?” He pulls out a small wrapped box from his jeans pocket.
I smile, tentatively weighing the gift in my hands. It’s light.
“I’ll get you diamonds if you want or a new car. Fuck, Natasha. Anything you want. This is stupid.” He reaches out to take the gift back.
I pull my hands away. “Don’t you dare, I love it.”
“You don’t even know what it is.” A corner of his mouth lifts as he rakes a hand through his hair.
“Let me find out then,” I say, unwrapping the box and lifting the lid. “It’s perfect.”
“It’s not.”
“Hayden, I love it.” I lift the silver cookie keychain out of the box and turn it around in my hand. Inside there’s a ‘Frost’ engraved. “Do you have to put your name on everything?” My eyes crinkle with mirth.
“One day, it’ll be your name. I’m just making sure you’re reminded of it daily.” His earlier confidence is back.
I crack a smile. “How presumptuous. Although, Idolove it.” I give him a kiss. “Want yours now?”
He nods eagerly. I turn and grab a box off my nightstand, handing it to him. He rips it open, his face lighting up when he sees the inside.
“How did you hide this from everyone else?” He laughs.
“It wasn’t easy.”
“It’s purrfect.” He says with a straight face.
“It’s only fair. You already ate dick cookies. It was time you got pussy cookies.”
“I do like pussies.” Hayden lifts a cat cookie and bites off its head. “But—” he puts down the box. “Yours is by far my favorite.” He grabs my hips and pulls me to him until his face is buried in my belly and his fingers dig into my behind.
My body responds instantly, melting into him, letting him guide me around until I find myself lying on my back, his body hovering over mine, as he slowly unwraps me like a Christmas present, his lips peppering kisses wherever his hands go.
“Do you want this?” he asks.
“God, Hayden. Yes.” His hands travel down my hips, hooking on the side of my panties and gently sliding them down.
“Do you wantus, Natasha?” The panties are off as he stares into my eyes. Those skillful hands are back on my body now that I’m bared to him.
I hesitate, squeezing my eyes shut, still scared to voice my desires. What if it all blows up in my face?
“Natasha?” His hand stops on my mid-thigh.
My eyes spring open.Fuck it. “I wantus, Hayden. I do.”
“Will you let me make love to you tonight, Natasha?”
My breath hitches. “Make love?”
“That’s what people do when they fall in love,” he smiles, like implying that he’s in love with me is nothing out of ordinary, his hand resuming its trajectory up my thigh.
“Y-yes,” I gasp out as his fingers climb higher, avoiding my core and climbing up my ribcage instead.
“You want to make love?” His thumb circles my breast.