Chapter 13
“Merry Christmas,” Noah whispered in my ear. He was tightly wrapped around me. Somehow in the night, we’d shuffled around and he was behind me. Normally when we slept, he liked to lie on my chest or stretched out on his stomach with his side pressed against mine. This was different but not unwelcome. I picked up his hand from where it rested on my chest and kissed his palm.
“Merry Christmas,” I murmured.
Noah kissed the back of my neck and then my shoulder blade. He snuggled in a little closer and then said, “Will you make it the best Christmas morning ever and put me over the bed and f**k me until I come screaming?”
We hadn’t done that yet. He’d f****d me, and there had been hand and blow jobs galore. But we’d never both been in the right frame of mind to switch. “Oh f**k y
