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forward, he brought my lips to his, moving slow as honey as he covered my mouth with his own. I sighed into the kiss, melting against his chest as he deepened it. His tongue swept through my mouth, running quickly over my teeth. A moan slipped past our locked lips and I pressed closer to him as his other hand rubbed circles over my stomach. I was beginning to feel warm all over, the heat spreading swiftly through my arms and legs as his hand made it’s way down.
    He broke away, and between his piercing gaze, as his fingers worked slowly but expertly between my legs, and the tightening beginning in my core, my head fell back, eyes closes, as he murmured, “Best present ever.”
    The world unraveled around me, leaving only him and I and the passion building between us as he brought me over the edge with the rhythmic precision of someone who not only knew my body but worshipped it. Pleasure rolled through me until I could take no more and my legs clamped around his arm. Liam’s face was buried against my neck and when he lifted his face to meet mine, his breathing was heavy. His mouth crushed against my own as he withdrew his hand from my pajama shorts. It found it’s way to my breast, his thumb massaging and orbiting my nipple with teasing strokes.
    I pulled away from him, ignoring his protests so I could drop in front of the chair. “What about what I want for Christmas?”
    A smirk carved across his lips as he gazed down at me. “Feel free to unwrap your present.”
    I pretended to turn toward the tree, but his hand caught my arm, and I winked at him as I made a show of dropping to the floor and settling between his legs. I undid his zipper slowly, my eyes still focused on his face and watched his reaction as I took him in my mouth.
    “That feels amazing.” It was more of a moan than a statement. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
    Before I could protest he was on his feet, lifting me up and pushing me toward the sofa as he fumbled with my pajamas. A few moments later his hand slid down my bare back and guided me down.
    “Hold on,” he said, leaving me splayed naked on the sofa. Liam plucked a ribbon off a nearby present and wrapped it loosely around my neck. “Perfect.”
    “Merry Christmas.”
    His smile widened and he tugged at the ribbon drawing me toward his warm lips. I groaned when he pulled away, but he immediately took his lips on a traveling tour of my neck, followed by my collarbone. He lingered at my breasts before continuing on to my navel. By the time, he reached it I was barely aware of his movements, only of him and his presence.  Conscious thought seemed to flee me with the first touch of his lips to my thigh.  There was heat and tingles that built into promising surges that sent my fingers fisting into the couch cushions, but they would dip and disappear, leaving the tingles to shiver through me.  Over and over again, my body swelled with anticipation, only to be brought back to Earth still hungry and eager. Each time, my desire grew until its appetite seemed too large to fill.  I clung to the sofa, my skin alive and trembling, as Liam’s hand slid from under me.  My back arched, and I saw stars as my eyelids pressed closed.  Brilliant blue and gold.  Dazzling silver.  My world was full of fireworks that burned through my skin and burst along my nerves, shattering through me. 
    I fell back against the cushions, tremors rolling through me. My legs pressed tightly together, but Liam drew them back apart and around his waist, nudging into me with a swift, urgent stroke.  My body responded instinctively, telling me it was too much.  Too soon.  I felt tender and new, but when I dared to open my eyes, he was watching me, his eyelids heavy with lust, and I forgot that it was too much.  Liam took his time, moving gently and slowly into me.  His hands steadying my hips, urging them to move along with his, and I found myself circling against him, opening wider, wanting more—needing as