And he did, more or less — when we got in, he scooped me up in his arms, took me upstairs, then laid me on the bed, slowly removing every article of clothing until I was n***d, while he looked down at me, still fully dressed.
“You’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever unwrapped,” he whispered, voice husky.
“Well, get down here so I can unwrap mine, too,” I replied, warmth surging over me at the gleam I saw in his eyes. I should have been cold, since we’d turned down the heat before we left, but all I needed was the raging fire of our bond flooding through every vein, a glow that could defeat even the iciest winter.
He’d already discarded his coat. The rest of his clothing went quickly enough, and soon he was n***d as well, bare flesh pressed up against my body. There was no real forep
