“You want to do every single one of those things, don’t you?” I ask him, even though I already know the answer, since he’s still bouncing up and down and quickly flipping the pages while his eyes get bigger and brighter with each new item he reads.
It all shuts off in the blink of an eye, and Bodhi quickly snaps the book closed and puts it back on the side table next to a motion-activated hippo that starts dancing and singing that god-awful song again.
“Nah, it’s cool.” He shrugs easily as he smacks around at the hippo until he finally finds the button that will shut it off. “This trip is all about you and getting you to relax and stop blaming Tiny Tim for everything.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t blame him when the cops find your body dumped in a field?” I mutter just to be annoying, because he doesn’t know my brain tumor struggles, man, and I’m still feeling weird and melty.
Bodhi walks across the room to me, pausing when his knees bump into mine and I’m looking up at him from the end of the bed with my arms still crossed. Reaching forward with both of his hands, he presses them against either side of my face and then bends forward to kiss the top of my head, holding his lips there while he speaks.
“I know you’re not a fan of all this Christmas craziness. We’re here for you to get some much-needed peace and quiet, not for me to drag you around doing a bunch of stupid shit you don’t want to do. That’s why we left Summersweet for a few days.”
Pulling back, he looks down at me with his hands still holding my face as I finally uncross my arms and hook my thumbs in a belt loop on either side of his hips.
“We’ll just relax and catch up on some napping and Netflix,” he reassures me, making me think for the millionth time since he walked into SIG and made me giggle like an idiot with his adorableness just how lucky I am that he decided to stay in one place for the last six months.
“Are you relaxed yet?” he asks softly, his thumbs moving gently back and forth against my cheeks as he studies my face.
“Not even a little.”
Dropping his hands from my cheeks and crossing his arms in front of him, Bodhi gives me a stern look. “You are officially on vacation and need to stop thinking so much. Take off your pants. The sweater needs to go too.”
My eyes narrow as I look up at him when he orders me around, and he just chuckles and shakes his head at me.
“Don’t act like that didn’t just get you wet.” He smirks.
God. Dammit.
He knows the only time he’s ever allowed to tell me what to do without me raising holy hell is when we’re having sex. It’s the one and only time I just need a break from being in control and making all the decisions. He probably also knows I’ve been wet since he kissed the shit out of me downstairs, the smug bastard.
I’m still cursing him in my head even as I quickly shed my black skinny jeans. And since I’ve never been one to play coy and pretend like I don’t know what’s about to happen here, my cotton boy shorts are flung across the room with my jeans to save time, as well as my chunky black sweater, until I’m leaning back on the bed on my hands, wearing nothing but a black lace bra with my legs dangling off the end. I’d take the bra off too, but that’s where I keep my extra lighter, and I like to have it close by at all times… just in case.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Bodhi mutters, his eyes slowly moving over my body like he’s in a daze, intensifying the pulsing ache between my legs the longer he stares without touching any part of me.
He suddenly drops down on one knee on the carpet right in front of my dangling legs, and I forget how to breathe as my wide, freaked-out eyes watch him reach into the front pocket of his shorts. My head is already shaking back and forth before he even says anything, and now I’m trying to remember what I ate last, because it’s definitely going to come back up all over Bodhi’s face.
Oh no. Taco Bell was the last thing we ate about a half hour before we arrived here, because I got hangry and told Bodhi if he didn’t pull off at the next exit and get me a Nachos Bell Grande and two Beef Meximelts, I would continue burning his rolling papers one-by-one in the cup holder. And then I found out Taco Bell took the Meximelts off the menu, and Bodhi had to ask the drive-thru worker for a very large cup of complimentary water so he could put out the cup holder fire that got a little out of control.
We’re definitely going to have to pay extra for that rental.
When Bodhi sets his big, warm hands on the tops of my bare thighs, and I realize he didn’t pull anything out of his pocket—he just needed to adjust himself—and his other knee joins the first one down on the carpet, I let out the breath I was holding and my stomach immediately stops feeling queasy.
Shit. Now I want more Taco Bell.
“Close your eyes and let Bodhi make everything better.”
Several minutes later, I’ve completely forgotten about all of my troubles when Bodhi is still on both of his knees on the carpet at the end of the bed, and his perfect mouth is between my legs. He licks, and he sucks, and he nips all my worries away, until I’m flat on my back, my hands are fisted into the stupid hippo bedspread, and I’m chanting his name.
My legs shake and my back arches as Bodhi presses his palms harder against the inside of my thighs. He flattens them open against the mattress, spreading me wide so he can feast on me, dragging his tongue through my core before going to town on my clit with short, quick flicks.
“Oh, God, don’t stop,” I tell him, writhing myself against his mouth when he doesn’t even come close to stopping.
He just spreads me wider and licks faster, knowing as soon as he starts doing that there is no stopping my orgasm. I love that he’s not wasting time dragging this out, as fun as that usually is, and he knows I just need some fast relief and relaxation that only his expert mouth and tongue can provide.
I open my eyes and look down my body, Bodhi’s blue eyes locking onto mine as I watch his lips wrap around my clit and feel him suck, and that’s all it takes for this release to explode out of me in record time. When he’s licked every last bit of pleasure out of me, Bodhi moves at the speed of light and stands up from the floor to strip, quickly tossing all his clothes across the room with mine, his T-shirt landing on one of the branches of the Christmas tree. I have just enough time to quickly appreciate Bodhi’s spectacular abs and mouth-watering biceps before he’s moving again.
A squeak flies out of me as he grabs my hips and flips me over to my stomach, scooting me up the bed at the same time. One of the pillows is pulled from the mountainous pile and Bodhi shoves it under my hips. The rest of my body melts into the mattress when he kneels between my legs and then leans over me with his hands resting on either side of my head as he whispers in my ear.
“I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you.”
My pussy clenches just like it always does when Bodhi gets all serious and hot in the bedroom, and I lift my hips and grind my ass against his cock until he groans loudly.
“Merry Christmas to me” is all I have time to mutter in reply.
Bodhi grabs both of my hands and yanks them up the bed until my arms are out in front of me against the mattress, and he does indeed fuck the hell out of me. My breath leaves me with a whoosh as his groin smacks into my ass when he thrusts into me hard and deep.