page9 (2/2)

“Maybe it’s tiain and I love the way it feels, the way it feels to be held by hi care of me

Our lips part and his tongue findsthis to ever end

“Are you okay, Cozy?” he asks I nod, wrapping ht around his neck “Come here,” he says, his hot breath on my ear

With my hand in his, he leads to me to the couch, and I curl up as he tends to the fire, stoking the logs The blaze is bright andhim take care of the fire soothes my battered heart The Christmas decorations on the mantle re, but instead he has been nothing but sweet and kind He’s everything I need

He turns thehis hands over entle heart is even more attractive”

“And you are so handso his jaw

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want,” he says softy

“I want you,” I admit

He nods stoically “I want you too”

“Then why the grave face?”

He sain “I know you’ve been hurt by people, whichme in I don’t want to mess it up”

“You won’t,” I say, taking his hand and guiding it tohim it’s okay to touch my bare skin — to touch me All of me

He lifts my sweater up, over my head, and sets it aside He takes me in, my breasts, my collarbones, my shoulders “Damn, Cozy,” he exhales as he reaches behindit aside My breasts are bare, the rooed with heat

I look down athow he seesI need to know He caresses me with such care, with such tenderness that I finddown on my lip, hard, as a moan escapes me

He kisses es my breasts, and I have an ache in my pussy for him I want to touch and see and feel hi there is to know about Whitaker, about what moves him, what breaks him, what draws him out I want it all