“You’re so goddamn perfect. Every inch of you. I can’t decide where I want to touch first. Where I want to lick.” He moved his hand under the satin of my panties and shoved it down between my legs.

  A deep groan vibrated against my back, and he sucked in a breath as his fingers slid between my tender folds. “You’re soaking wet.”

  I whimpered as my knees buckled. Saxon wrapped his other arm around me, holding me up as he continued to explore between my legs while he watched us in the mirror.

  “You taste so good here. I’ve fucking craved it.” He lowered his head until his lips brushed my ear. “Missed it.”

  Oh God. If he kept this up, I was going to orgasm just like this.

  “Do you want to sleep, baby, or can I lay you down on my bed, spread your legs, and lick up all this sweetness?”

  My back arched, and I shook as an orgasm broke loose inside of me.

  “Saxon,” I cried out as he buried his fingers inside of me. I rocked against his hand as the wave of pleasure took me with it.

  The moment it eased, my feet were off the ground, and I was carried over to the bed, where Saxon laid me down. I looked up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes devouring me as he did so. The sight of his bare chest had me wiggling with impatience.

  “Fuck it,” he growled, ripping the rest of the buttons open and shrugging out of his shirt before climbing onto the bed.

  Without taking off my panties, he spread open my legs, ran his finger under the thin piece of fabric, then lowered his head and began to taste the soaked satin. I watched him, unable to breathe. The way he savored it, as if it were a delicacy, made me start to beg. I needed his mouth on me. He buried his face between my legs then. The first swipe of his tongue had me bucking my hips and crying out his name again.

  My hands went to the back of his head as he made hungry sounds while tasting me, as if he couldn’t get enough.

  “Please don’t stop,” I sobbed, so close to another orgasm.

  Saxon’s hands squeezed my inner thighs hard as he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue. The second release hit me, and it was more powerful than the first one.

  “AH! OH GOD!” I screamed.

  “That’s it, baby. Come all over my tongue,” he said in a husky voice.

  He continued to lap at me as I trembled through the pleasure. When I began to come down from my high, he lifted his head to look up at me.

  “Is it more sensitive?” he asked, using his knuckle to caress me.

  “It is. Everything is more … more intense. I think that’s why I’m …” I paused.

  He raised his eyebrows. “You’re what?”

  I licked my lips. “I mean … I always want you, but I ache more.”

  A wicked grin curled his lips as he pushed a finger inside me. My mouth fell open, and I let out a moan.

  “It’s swollen inside,” he said, his eyes going darker. “That’s making you needy. Wet.”

  I was panting as he slowly played with me.

  His eyes went to my boobs. “Just like how your gorgeous, full tits are swollen.”

  “Yes.” My head fell back on the pillow. “I stay aroused. When you touch me or look at me, it gets so much worse.”

  Saxon slipped his finger out of me, and I started to protest when he crawled over me. He stopped and tugged at one of my nipples with his teeth, then sucked on it before moving over to do the same to the other. His big hands moved up to squeeze them as he went from flicking his tongue over the nipple, then sucking again. It felt amazing.

  When he let go, our eyes locked, and then he moved further up my body with a trail of kisses over my collarbone and my neck until his mouth was on mine. I could taste myself on him. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled at the curls. I loved his hair. He bit my lower lip and began to suck it. I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his hips. Even through the pants he was still wearing, I could feel his hard length. I started to rub against it, needing that friction.

  Saxon’s lips left mine, and he was off the bed, his hands unbuttoning his pants. The moment he shoved them down, along with his briefs, I wanted to beg at the sight of his long, thick erection.

  His hands went to my panties then, and he pulled them down my legs and over my heels before tossing them away.

  “We’re leaving the shoes on,” he said, leaning down to kiss my left ankle, then my calf before he climbed back onto the bed, wrapping his hand around his erection.

  I wanted to touch it, but he lowered his body over mine, and the tip ran along my entrance. I wanted that more. I wanted that so much more.

  “Your juices covering my cock—it’s fucking hot.” His deep voice sounded strained. “Not sure how long I can last once I get inside you.” He lifted his eyes to meet mine.

  “I’m pretty sure I’m going to get off the second you’re inside me,” I admitted.

  He let out a low sound. “Damn, baby.”

  He ran a hand down my leg, and then his fingers circled my ankle, where the straps of my heels buckled. Picking it up, he placed my leg over his shoulder. With one rock of his hips, he sank into me fully. It stretched me to the point that it was almost painful, but in just the right way.

  “So tight,” he said through clenched teeth as the veins in his neck stuck out. “Nothing feels as good as you do. Fucking nothing.”

  He started to move then, and I grabbed his arms, needing to hold on to him. It was already right there. I was going to spiral into pure bliss, and I wanted it, but not yet. I wanted this with him. Seeing his face and the euphoric look as he stared down at me. I’d never felt this close to anyone. This connected.

  He groaned as he started pumping harder. His arms flexed under my hands. “Fuck, I love this pussy. It’s mine, Haisley. This pussy gets needy, and I take care of it.”

  The heated look in his eyes as he claimed me—sexually at least—shot me into the ecstasy I had known was about to take me.

  “SAXON!” I shouted his name, clawing at him as my body rose to meet his thrusts.

  The moment the warmth of his release filled me, I came again, lost in the pure, raw frenzy.

  “FUCK!”

  He jerked over me, and his arms started to give way. He fell to his elbows as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel him inside me. His cock still pumping. He wasn’t finished ejaculating. Running my hands up his back, I soaked in his hard, muscular form covering me. Marking me inside.

  “If you try and leave me again, I will hunt you down to the fucking ends of the earth,” he said near my ear. His voice thick and raspy. “I swear to God, baby, I can’t let you go again.”

  Tears burned my eyes as I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I never wanted to leave him, but I didn’t know if I’d be forced to at gunpoint again. I couldn’t tell him that. I was afraid to tell him that.

  I said the only thing I could. “I don’t want to leave you.”

  He lifted his head and looked down at me. “You promise?”

  “I swear.”

  He dropped his head to my chest then and sighed. “Thank fuck. Because if you think you want to leave, give me a heads-up.” He lifted his head again. “And I’ll be sure to eat your pussy until you can’t walk.”

  A laugh bubbled out of me, and he grinned, then pressed a kiss to my lips before lifting himself up and climbing off me.

  “I’d suggest we shower, but I’ll just wash you off. I like my cum being inside you. Not ready for you to let it leak out.”

  My body flushed as I watched his naked body walk to the bathroom. Good Lord, that man is beautiful. I thought I loved the dimples on his face, but the two on his lower back, right above his perfect ass, might be my new weakness.

  Twenty-Two

  Saxon

  I didn’t want to move. I knew I needed to wake her up. She had two morning classes on Saturdays, but her leg was draped over me, her arm around my waist and her cheek pressed against my chest. My eyes took in her soft, smooth skin and silky raven hair covering the pillow we were sharing. There were six on this bed, and we were on the same one. Well, most of her head was on me. I fucking loved that she clung to me like this. I’d never known I was a cuddler.

  The thought of someone touching me when I slept had always sounded awful. But Haisley all over me was heaven. I never wanted to sleep without her again. Slipping my hand into her hair, I enjoyed the feel of it. Lowering my head, I inhaled her coconut scent.

  “Are you smelling me?” her soft voice asked.

  I grinned. “Yep.”

  A sleepy laugh escaped her.

  I let my hands move over her body now that she was awake. Every curve I had missed and dreamed about. The changes that pregnancy had already started to do to her. I squeezed her ass, and she jerked, then laughed again.

  “What time is it?”

  I wanted to lie to her for selfish reasons. “Almost five.”

  She tilted her head back and looked up at me. “I wish I could stay here like this all day.”

  I pushed her down and rolled on top of her, careful not to put all my weight on her. “Open,” I told her, and she spread her legs immediately.

  I did my best to thrust inside slow, but the moment her wet heat touched my cock, I was all the way in. I couldn’t help it.

  “Stay here,” I told her as she moaned. “I’ll keep this achy little pussy happy.”

  She ran her hands up my arms. “This Saxon is going to drive me crazy.”

  I lowered my head to suck on one of her nipples. “I didn’t know there was two of me.”

  “Mmhmm,” she moaned. “There’s the good guy. The charmer. Then, there’s this one.”

  I bit the full lush flesh of her tit. “What’s this one?”

  She cried out as I sank my teeth in harder this time. “The dark one.” Her voice was breathy. “The bad boy that’s just under the surface.”

  I licked at the teeth marks I’d left on her, then looked up at her as I rocked back and slammed into her hard. “The dark one makes you wet.” I wasn’t asking. I knew. I could see it in her eyes. It scared her, but she was turned on by it.

  She nodded, whimpering.

  I took her wrists and pinned them over her head as I started fucking her. She was so wet that I could hear it, along with the slapping of our bodies. My eyes went to her tits as they bounced, flashing the teeth marks I’d made on the left one. I wanted it to bruise. Turn blue. I wanted to see my mark on it.

  “Saxon!”

  When she cried out my name, I wanted to fucking beat on my chest and roar. The way she stared at me with complete rapture as her body trembled and jerked beneath me sent me over the edge, and I shouted as I shot my release inside her.

  “I want this pussy full of my cum. When you get wet, I want you to smell me in your panties. This is my cunt. My tight, hot little cunt.”

  “Oh God, Saxon, stop. I’m going to come again,” she panted as her nails dig into me.

  The dirty talk got to her. Knowing I was the only guy she’d let have her like this made me even more territorial.

  The tightness squeezing me kept my dick hard, and I continued to thrust into her. When she wasn’t with me, I wanted her to be fucking sated. To feel where I’d been. Grabbing her hips, I pounded into her.

  “You want to come again? Give me more of that sweet cream? Coat my dick in it?”

  “AHHH!” Her body arched up, and her nails clawed down my arms.

  There was nothing on earth more beautiful than this woman when she was coming.

  Pulling the sherpa throw Haisley loved so much over her body as she slept, curled up on the sofa, while the credits to The Grinch played on the television, I made sure she was fully asleep before going over to the hall closet and pulling out the two bags I’d hidden in there before picking her up from work. Since Friday night, things had been different. In the best way possible.

  Being able to kiss her whenever I fucking wanted to. Touch her body when she was close enough. Hold her while we watched Christmas movies and eat whatever cookie or treat she’d baked that day. The worst part was dropping her off at work in the mornings. I hated to see her walk away from me, and I caught myself checking the time all fucking day.

  I took out the first wrapped box and slipped it under the tree. While she had worked today, I’d shopped. Christmas was three days away, and this tree was going to have enough gifts under it to make up for all the Christmases she’d woken up to nothing. I’d been casually asking questions. Making notes. I couldn’t turn back time and give her the childhood she’d deserved, but I could damn well make sure to give it all to her now.

  The wrapping paper had been a little more difficult to find for each gift, but I’d finally found a place online and had it overnighted. The next three presents were small boxes, and I slid them further underneath so she wouldn’t notice them. The second bag had three larger gifts, and I wasn’t going to be able to hide them, but I wanted her to see gifts under the tree for her. I wanted her to get to experience that anticipation she’d never gotten to have as a kid. Waiting for Christmas morning.

  Next year, we’d have a kid. We would be putting together toys and setting up Santa’s gifts. Taking the last box from the closet, I took out the angel that had come in the mail today. Smiling at the black hair and light eyes, I grabbed the ladder and quietly placed it near the tree before putting my dark-haired angel on top of it.

  I glanced back at her, and my chest tightened. All those times I’d thought I wanted someone and not gotten them. Not once had I felt for them what I did for her. I hadn’t known this feeling existed. Thank fuck that I hadn’t gotten the girl before. I’d have missed this. Missed her.

  Shoving the last gift under the tree, I folded the bags and took them back to the closet. I had two more things to get, and then I’d have it all. When I walked back to the sofa, the credits had ended, and the room was silent, except for the sound of the gas fireplace.

  I knelt down in front of her and brushed the hair that had fallen over her face back, then ran my thumb over her bottom lip. I loved this fucking lip. Her eyes fluttered, and she looked at me. I wanted to tell her I loved her. But it was too soon. This was new. We’d not had this before. We had only had two weeks. We hadn’t lived together and gotten to know each other like we did now.

  “I fell asleep,” she whispered. “Oops.”

  I grinned. “It’s okay. Jim Carrey will forgive you for being bored by his performance of the Grinch.”

  She laughed, then covered her mouth as she yawned.

  “Come on. I’ll take you to bed and let you sleep. I swear.”

  She started to say something when her eyes landed on the tree—or rather what was under it. I saw them widen slightly.

  “There are presents.”

  “Yep. That’s what goes under trees,” I replied.

  She looked back up at me, concerned. “Who are they for?”

  I shrugged. “Well, I can assure you that I’m not buying my mom shit this year. I’d venture to guess they’re yours.”

  She put a hand on her chest and looked back at the presents. “Mine? All of those?”

  She could only see five of them. If she thought that was a lot, she was going to be very surprised by all twenty-one.

  “I don’t buy people gifts. Well, except my mom, and like I said, not this year. The only person I’m interested in buying anything for is you.”

  Her eyes lifted to mine again. “I thought the tree was the best Christmas gift I’d ever gotten.”

  Fuck, that made me want to cry. When she said shit like that, it hurt my heart. My damn chest felt like it was breaking. A tree wasn’t a gift. But she was made happy with so little. I wasn’t going to fucking tear up. She liked it when I was the dark Saxon, as she’d called it.

  “I think I can do better than that,” I told her, reaching down to take her hand and pull her up against me.

  “This tree is pretty impressive,” she said, smiling at me.

  “So’s my tongue. Why don’t you come sit on my face and let me show you a new way to enjoy it?”

  The flash of desire in her eyes told me I’d said the right thing. Pulling her to me, I lowered my head and touched my lips to hers gently. I could be the bad boy who turned her on when she wanted it, but damn if I wasn’t going to have my moments too. Sure, I liked talking dirty and fucking rough. But I loved taking my time and savoring her. Showing her just how special she was and seeing her eyes light up when I got it right.

  Twenty-Three

  Haisley

  I had exactly two hours between my classes to find Saxon some more Christmas gifts. In between my classes on Saturday, I’d bought him something that I had been torn about getting until things had changed Friday night. What I hadn’t expected was him to have bought me so many things. I knew he didn’t want me to do the same thing, but I wasn’t going to just give him one thing.

  He kept doing sweet things, which were already the best presents I’d ever gotten. Like the angel on top of the tree with my color hair. I hadn’t even known they made angels with black hair for tree toppers. He went out of his way to make me feel special. Not one person in my life had ever cared about making me feel special—until Saxon.

  There was something else I wanted to get him, but I wasn’t going to find it in a store. I had to get Trev to help me with that. Seeing as Saxon’s mom wasn’t an option. I planned on texting him later, but first, I needed to look for the things I could find in a store.

  I went into a bookstore and looked around until something caught my eye, and unable to help myself, I bought it.

  The next two stores had mostly men’s clothing, and I didn’t want to give him clothing. Finally, I got to a place that had unique items and engraving. Although I wasn’t sure I had time to get something engraved, I looked around at the different items.