Chapter Sixty-Two
Luc
Christmas with you.
I was never big on celebrating Christmas. My family always throws these big, over-the-top parties, but most of the time, they’re just for show. Guests dressed to impress, smiling for appearances, and conversations that feel as cold as the winter air outside. This year, though, it’s different—emptier. Because the one person I want to spend the holiday with is two hours away.
I’ve thought about driving there more times than I can count, gripping my car keys only to set them down again. She asked for time and space, and I owe her that. If I push too hard, I’ll lose her completely, and that’s something I can’t let happen. But, merde, I miss my girls. At least they’re together. That thought keeps me somewhat grounded, but it doesn’t make the ache in my chest any easier to bear.
Alain: Drink at La Reserve tonight. Be there. Don’t let me send Cassian to drag your ass out.
Me: Sorry mates, not tonight.
Cassian: Come on, it’s Christmas.
Alain: Do you know what people do on Christmas?
They go out and have fun.
Cassian: Get your ass up and put on a damn suit!
Me: Not in the mood.
Cassian: Are you wearing one of her sweaters right now? Be honest bro.
Alain: Please tell me you didn’t light up one of her vanilla candles.
Me: GO FUCK YOURSELF!
Cassian: HOLY SHIT, YOU DID.
Alain: This is worse than last time. At least you got out and had drinks.
Cassian: Come drink with us. Distract yourself for a couple hours man. At least go to your parents’ party. You know they expect you, right?
They always do. But the idea of making small talk with people I barely know is unbearable. I’d rather sit on the couch and talk to her all night.
Me: The only place I want to be right now is wherever she is.
Alain: That’s it! He’s gone.
Cassian: Finished, cooked.
This is why I’m never falling in love.
Me: Merry Christmas, jackasses.
Alain: Merry Christmas, Romeo.
Cassian: Merry Christmas. Just don’t go staring at the moon, wondering if she’s looking at it too.
Arseholes.
I lock my phone and set it on the coffee table, rubbing my hand over my face. I could go out and have a drink. If I do, I’ll lose the last bit of my control and call an Uber straight to her.
Instead, I’m sitting on the couch, torturing myself by lighting her favorite vanilla candle. The scent fills the living room. It smells like her, and for a second, I can almost pretend she’s here with me. Almost.
The faint ring of the elevator breaks through my thoughts, followed by the quiet sound of its door opening. My brow furrows.
Only my sister, Rylee, and I have access. My heartbeat quickens as I hear soft footsteps—heels clicking against the floor.
I turn around and stop breathing.
There she is, wearing a pink leather coat and white knee-high boots, and her hair falling over her shoulders, like she stepped straight out of my dreams.
I close my eyes, inhaling one. Two. Three. When I open them again, she’s still here.
Not hallucinating, then .
Pushing off the couch, I move slowly toward her, not even blinking, afraid she’ll disappear if I do. I stop in front of her, and her lips curve into a small smile.
“Are you really here, or am I going crazy?” I ask.
“Hi,” she says softly.
“Hi,” I breathe out, my lips barely forming the word.
She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle, holding it out to me. “I made coquito, and I wanted to bring you some.” She glances at me before walking toward the kitchen.
My legs catch up to her just as she reaches the kitchen island. I turn her around until she’s facing me.
I grab the bottle from her hands, and her eyes follow the movements. I place it on the counter behind her before returning my eyes back to hers. The need to press my lips against hers is overwhelming, but still, I want to make sure this is what she wants.
“Is that the only reason you’re here?” I search her eyes for answers.
“Have you ever had coquito?” she blurts out, avoiding my question. Her finger points behind her with a nervous smile. “It’s really good. Like eggnog, but it’s not made with eggs—it’s made with coconut and alcohol.” Her breaths are shallow, her chest rising and falling like she’s just run a marathon.
I chuckle softly at her rambling. I grab her bag and set it on the counter as well.
“Say it, baby.” I lean in, my lips just inches from hers. My head spins, and my hands grip the counter on either side of her, caging her in.
Her body shivers against mine, even though she’s wearing a leather jacket.
“Say what?” she whispers. Her breath comes in quick, uneven bursts.
“Say you’re here because you missed me as much as I’ve missed you,” I rasp. “Because I’ve been going crazy the last few days without you.”
She stares at me, her lips slightly parted, and for a few long seconds, she doesn’t say anything. The silence is unbearable, but I wait. Her next words hold the power to save me or destroy me.
“Everything was so perfect,” she finally says. “I got to spend Christmas with my sister.” She smiles, and it’s bittersweet. “That’s what I always wanted, and you made that possible.”
Her fingers lift, brushing against my cheek, tracing slow, lazy circles on my skin. My whole body shakes at her touch, the warmth of her thumb undoing me completely.
“But something still felt off,” she continues, her voice quieter now, breaking slightly. “I realized I wanted to spend Christmas with you.” Her lips quiver as she lets out a small, teary laugh. “I missed you. A little too much, actually.”
“This is the best Christmas I could ever ask for.” I cup her face in my hands. “I must’ve been a good boy this year.” My lips curl into a grin.
She laughs again before my lips crash into hers, and we both let out a sigh, like we’ve been holding our breath for days.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I hold her waist like I’ll lose her if I let go. I kiss her, her laugh, her warmth, her everything.
Can you taste someone’s laugh? Because hers tastes like heaven. And I don’t care if that doesn’t make sense, because nothing in my brain is working properly right now—not with her lips pressed against mine, not with her fingers tangled in my hair. Her lips part slightly, and I deepen the kiss, pouring everything I feel for her into it. I hope she can feel it, that my kiss can whisper my love from my heart to hers.
When we finally pull apart, our foreheads press together. I pull back slightly, just enough to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing uneven, and her lips swollen from my kiss.
“I missed you so fucking much,” I whisper.
“Promise me you won’t lie to me like that again,” she says quietly.
“I promise, baby. Never again.” I kiss her again, and this one is so much better.
She pulls back, her fingers reaching for the knots of her coat. Slowly, she unties them, letting the fabric fall open to reveal white lace lingerie beneath it. My breath hitches, and I stumble back a step, my eyes glued to her. I recognized it immediately. This picture has been driving me crazy since she sent it to me.
“Did you miss this?” she teases as she slides the coat off her shoulders. It falls to the floor, leaving her standing there like an absolute goddess.
My fingers reach up to rub my chin, but mostly to make sure my jaw isn’t still on the floor. “Baby, next time give a man a little warning, will you? I might actually die of a heart attack.”
She smirks, tilting her head at me.
I devour her with my eyes, every curve, every inch of her framed in the soft white lace. “You’re fucking lethal,” I say in a growl.
“Are you saying you’re getting a little old?” she teases, raising an eyebrow.
I let out a low chuckle, stepping closer, my hands finding her waist. The warmth of her skin radiates through the lace, sending a shiver up my arms. “I’m saying you’re a goddamn eclipse.” My gaze locks with hers. “And next time, I need to be better prepared for this. Or you might actually kill me.”
Her laugh is light, musical, and it sends a wave of heat straight to my groin. Fuck, now my dick reacts to her laugh? Great—guess I’m going to have a boner every time she finds something funny.
“Maybe I like catching you off guard,” she says sweetly, her hands sliding up to rest on my chest. Her touch is light but electrifying.
“Trust me, you’re doing an amazing job.” My fingers brush gently along her waist. “But if I drop dead, it’s your fault.”
“Guess I’ll have to take my chances.” Her smirk deepens as she leans in slightly, and her breath brushes against my lips. “Now, let me thank you properly for everything.”
Before I can respond, she spins me around until I’m leaning back against the counter. Her lips find my neck, pressing warm, lingering kisses against my skin. My breath hitches as she pushes my shirt up, her fingers brushing lightly over my ribs. I shrug it off the rest of the way, and her gaze roams over me, hungrily.
She bites her lip, her eyes dark with intent, as she leans in and trails soft kisses down my chest. Her mouth feels like fire, her warmth leaving a path of goose bumps in its wake. When her lips graze over my nipple, my body jerks and a sharp inhale escapes me.
I’m so hard I feel like I might explode, but she’s in no rush. Taking her sweet, torturous time, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin, then her teeth grazing just enough to send a jolt through me.
I grip the counter behind me to keep myself together.
Her lips trail lower, each kiss leaving a tingling path that makes my breath hitch. She stops just below my waistband, her warm breath grazing my skin in a way that makes my pulse pound in my ears.
Her fingers hook into the waistband, her nails grazing just enough to tease me. She tugs it down painfully slow, drawing out every second just to test my patience.
My big cock springs free, and she freezes. Her eyes are wide as they travel over every inch of me. The intensity in them makes my stomach tighten.
“Are you going to put that mouth to work, preciosa (traslation), or just keep admiring?” I smirk down at her.
“Like this?” She presses the most feather-soft kiss to the tip.
My body jerks involuntarily, a groan escaping my lips before I can stop it. “Baby.” My chest is rising and falling faster than I’d like to admit.
Her eyes flick up to mine, full of mischief. “What?”
“Don’t play games,” I rasp.
“Tell me what you want.” She leans in just enough that I can feel her breath against me. Almost. But she doesn’t touch me.
“You already know what I want.” I let out a sharp breath. She’s going to make me beg, and we both know it.
“Do I?” Her tongue flicks out, teasing the air between us, and my head falls back, a groan slipping from my lips.
“Fuck, I want your mouth,” I growl. “I need your lips on me, please.”
She places another featherlight kiss, this time near the tip, and my breath hisses between my teeth. My fingers twitch where they rest on the edge of the counter. Tension coiling tighter in my body with every second of her teasing.
“You like teasing me, don’t you?” The question rumbles from deep in my chest.
Her lips curve into a faint, almost wicked smile, her eyes flicking up to meet mine; the heat in her gaze sends a fresh wave of tension straight through me. She leans down again.
Her tongue makes contact, starting at the base of my cock. The slow drag of it sends a shudder rippling through me, leaving a glistening, wet trail as she works her way up. I clench my jaw against the overwhelming sensation.
She stops at the tip, her tongue swirling around the pre-cum that’s waiting there. “Hmmm,” she hums softly, pulling back just enough to whisper, her voice like velvet against my fraying control, “So tasty.”
Merde, this woman is gonna kill me.
“Spit on it,” I command.
Her mouth opens slightly, and she gathers a generous string of spit, letting it fall slowly onto my length.
Her hand spreads the slickness as her tongue glides over the sensitive slit.
“Like that?” She glances up at me through her pretty lashes. Even though she’s the one on her knees, she still looks like a fucking goddess.
“Yes, just like that,” I grit out.
She finally takes me into her mouth, and my breath halts mid-inhale, and my fingers dig harder into the surface beneath me.
Her lips stretch around me, her warmth enveloping me inch by inch, until I hit the back of her throat. My head tips back as a deep groan rips from my chest.
“Fuck, baby.”
Her eyes water slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. She takes her time, letting her throat adjust as she sinks lower. When she pulls back for air, she slides right back down, and I my dick throbs against her tongue.
“Can I fuck your mouth, baby?” My hand hovers near her hair, itching to hold her, but I wait for her.
She lifts her gaze, nodding, her lips still wrapped tightly around me.
“If it’s too much, just push me.” I need her to know I’ll stop the second she wants me to.
She hums around me in agreement. The vibration sending another jolt through my body. I grip her hair, finally giving in, and begin moving.
Each thrust sends me deeper, her throat tightening around me as she takes every inch. A faint guh escapes her throat every time I hit the back of it. Saliva drips from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin, and I swear I’m losing my mind.
“Such a good girl, taking me so deep.”
Her moan vibrates through me, and when I glance down, her hand slides between her thighs. Her fingers moving slowly as her moans grow more desperate.
“Damn, baby,” I growl, the sight making the pressure in my chest almost unbearable. “As much as I want to come in your mouth, I need to take care of that for you.”
I scoop her off the floor, her breath catching as I lay her gently on the cool kitchen counter. Her skin reacts to the chill, a soft shiver running through her body. She looks up at me, her flushed cheeks and wide eyes making my chest tighten in the best way.
Grabbing a chair, I position myself in front of her. My hands find the thin fabric that’s been driving me crazy all night. I hook my fingers into it, sliding it slowly down her legs then letting it drop to the floor.
Placing her legs over my shoulders, I run my hands along her thighs. Her breaths come faster now, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter as I lean in closer.
“You’ve been teasing me all night.” My lips brush against her inner thigh. “Now it’s my turn to enjoy my Christmas feast.”
She’s so wet, it’s dripping onto the counter beneath her. The sight alone has my mouth watering. I lean in, running my tongue through her wetness, and I notice the smallest hitch in her breath. I pull back slightly, lifting my gaze to meet hers.
“I’m pretty sure this tastes way better than coquito.” A teasing grin tugs at my lips.
Her laugh is soft, breathless, but it melts into a quiet moan when I lower my head again. My tongue drags along her center, from her entrance to her clit. She arches into my touch, her back lifting off the counter as another moan spills from her lips.
I give her another slow stroke of my tongue, relishing the way she quivers beneath me. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders as her fingers grip the edge of the counter.
I slide one finger inside her, her body gripping me instantly. Her head falls back, her lips parting in a soft gasp. When I add another finger, curling them just right, she dissolves into a mess of whimpers and breathless pleas.
I move my fingers faster, curling them against the spot I know will undo her. At the same time, I circle her clit with my tongue, alternating between soft flicks and gentle suction.
Her hand grabs my hair, her fingers tangling in it as her hips move against my mouth. Her moans grow louder as I continue to worship her.
Her body coils, her thighs trembling around my head as she gets closer to the edge.
She pulls herself off the counter, her fingers tangling in my hair for support as her thighs tremble against me. Her body quivering with the aftershocks that ripple through her like soft, rolling tides.
My hands wrap around her waist as I lift her from the counter, pulling her against my chest. Her head rests on my shoulder, and she lets out a soft contented sound as I carry her through the house.
When we reach the bedroom, I lay her down gently on the bed, her body sinking into the soft sheets. I stand there, just watching her, unable to look away. Her hair spreads out across the pillow, and the sight of her here, in my bed, makes something deep inside me tighten.
She looks like she belongs there, because she does.