“Every Christmas will be better than the last … ” She shivered slightly under his mouth, leaning back on her hands, hair pooling on the floor. The fire popped, and she grinned. “Are you going to make love to me in front of the fire, babe?”
“I don’t know how we can top this … I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed Christmas,” he teased and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to each breast, his fingers curling around her hips as he nodded. “I’d like that, Summer,” he conceded and lowered her to the ground to hover above her, eyeing her fondly. “I love you.”
She kept her ankles wrapped around his hips, eyes laughing up at him as he laid her back into the puddle of her hair. “I love you,” she replied. “So much.” She threw her arms to the sides as if to demonstrate how much. “I promise, every year it will get better. Imagine playing Santa Claus for little children. Imagine having our big family over for dinner, and playing in the snow … “