“Not quite.” He hooked his hand behind my knee and pulled me tighter against him, his hips pressing deep into mine. “There, that’s better.”
“Why, Doc. I believe you’re getting frisky with me. You do remember that we’re in my parents’ house, right?”
“Yep.” He cupped my hip, sliding his fingers under the lacy hem of my velvet underwear again. His dark eyes sparkled along with the Christmas lights. “I have another present for you, Boots.”
My body hummed to life as his fingers teased just out of reach. “Can I squeeze this one, too?”
“I don’t know.” He rocked against me. “Can you?”
I pushed him onto his back and moved on top of him. “We have to be quiet,” I whispered. “My parents’ room is across the hall.”
“Did you lock the bedroom door?”
I lowered my mouth, hovering over his. “Nope.”
One of his eyebrows climbed upward. “Don’t you think we should?”
“Who’s paranoid now?”
My lips brushed his, my tongue returning for seconds and thirds. He tasted like cinnamon and rum served with a splash of risky rebellion. Even though I was no virgin and my parents couldn’t care less about my sex life, there was something about having Doc in the bedroom where I’d fantasized about boys for so many years that made me feel reckless.
He gripped my hips, rubbing against the red velvet. My kisses grew frenzied, mixed with smothered gasps and groans from both of us. I pulled the covers over our heads, plunging us into darkness. My mouth trailed down over his Adam’s apple, along his collarbone, up to the shell of his ear. My hand drifted down over his stomach, pushing his briefs lower, squeezing and teasing until he started to arch off the bed.
“No,” he complained when I drew my hand away.
I shimmied out of my underwear with lightning speed.
“Yes.” I slid down his body, taking all he had to offer in one smooth move.
His breath caught, his body going completely still for several moments.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling down the covers. I listened to the house creak while the wind rattled the trees outside my window. “Did you hear something?”
He rolled me over onto my back, pressing me into the mattress with his body, never losing touch. “Yeah, I heard the angels sing there for a moment when you took me.”
I giggled as he leaned down and grazed my neck with his mouth. “That sounds like some hokey pick-up line.”
He moved slowly against me, keeping the bed from creaking while his teeth nipped at my collarbone. “I can’t help it,” he murmured in my ear. “You melted my brain with that hot little outfit. Wrap your legs around me, Vixen.”
He was doing a hell of a job of melting me from the inside out, too. I did as told and pulled the covers back up over our heads, taking us back to our private world where I had Doc all to myself.
As the need inside of me ratcheted higher and higher, I clung to him and filled the dark with whispered adoration for his hard work and even harder body. When I arched and shuddered under his touch, he covered my mouth with his and soaked up my moan of pleasure. After a few more thrusts, his body stiffened. He collapsed on me, his muscles trembling from the aftershocks for a few more breaths.
“I can feel your heart pounding,” I said, pulling down the covers again.
He turned onto his side, taking me with him. “That was the best Christmas present ever.”
I smiled at him. “Well, Santa told me you were a good boy this year and deserved a little extra hubba-hubba with your presents.”
His chuckle sounded low and sexy. “You certainly give the best hubba-hubba in town.”
“You remember that if any of the other reindeer come around wanting you to help guide their sleigh tonight or any other night.”
“Not going to happen.” He traced my hairline. “I’m crazy in love with you, Boots.”
Ah, hell. Good-bye for good, heart. It was nice knowing you.
Instead of telling him all of the sappy thoughts gushing from my smitten brain, I kissed him and took my time about it.
When I pulled away, he groaned and flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Christ, woman. How do you do that with your lips alone?”
“I practiced long and hard.”
He aimed a frown my way. “With whom?”
“The teddy bears up on the shelf in my closet. I’ll be right back.”
I slipped out of bed, grabbed my robe, and tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom. On the way back to my room, I checked on the kids. Both were sound asleep. I hoped they were dreaming of Santa and not some orange-eyed monster and its pets.
Back in my room, I pulled out a red satin camisole and matching panties that I’d stashed in my nightstand earlier. The hip-length top was still soft and sexy, but wouldn’t shock the kids like my velvet and lace getup if they woke before me in the morning and stopped by my room.
Doc leaned on his elbow to watch while I shucked the velvet and lace brassiere and pulled the camisole over my head.
“Okay.” I climbed back into bed in my satin pajamas, snuggling up to him. “Where were we?”
“I was warming you up.” He brushed his fingers over the satin. “I like this, too.”
“I thought you might.” I caught his hand. “We need to get some sleep. Those two kids will be up at the butt crack of dawn wanting to open presents.” Wrapping his arm around me, I settled back into our earlier spooning position.
“Mmmm, nice. So soft.” He yawned, his hand cupping a handful of curves. “I can’t wait to see the kids’ faces when they see the presents Santa brought them.” Doc had added to my Santa pile after the children had crashed, pulling several gifts from a bag he’d sent earlier with Aunt Zoe.
I stared at the small tree
