She laughed, making sure the necklace — his necklace — didn’t get tangled as he disrobed her. “You say that now,” she whispered, eyes dancing, “but imagine next year. And the next, and the next … ” She tipped her head back, making a soft pleased noise at his touch.
“O-oh…is that a new tradition that we’re creating here? Suddenly, I’m looking forward to Christmas every year now…” He trailed off hopefully, eyes widening as he leaned down to press a kiss to the swell of her breasts.
“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?”