Emily’s eyes fluttered open, her vision filled with Lucas’s stubbled jawline. Their limbs were a tangled mess, her leg hooked over his hip, his arm pinned beneath her. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over their intertwined bodies.
“Merry Christmas Eve, you octopus,” Emily mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. She attempted to extricate herself but only managed to tighten their embrace.
Lucas chuckled, the rumble in his chest vibrating against her. “Merry Christmas Eve yourself, spider monkey.” His free hand traced lazy circles on her back. “I think we’ve outdone ourselves this time. I can’t feel my left arm.”
Emily snorted, burying her face in the crook of his neck. The familiar scent of his skin – a mix of cedar and something uniquely Lucas – filled her senses. God, how had she gotten so lucky?
“We should probably get up,” she mused, making no move to do so. “My parents will be here in a few hours, and I still need to finish wrapping their gifts.”
Lucas hummed noncommittally. “Five more minutes,” he murmured, pulling her closer.
Emily’s mind drifted to the small box hidden in her sock drawer. The present she had for Lucas.
“What’re you thinking about?” Lucas’s voice broke through her reverie. “You’ve got that look.”
“What look?” Emily feigned innocence, propping herself up on one elbow to meet his piercing blue gaze.
“The ‘I’m plotting something’ look,” he replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Spill it, Carter.”
Emily leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You’ll find out soon enough, old man,” she teased, finally untangling herself from his embrace. “Now come on, we’ve got shit to do.”
As she padded towards the bathroom, Emily couldn’t help but grin. This Christmas was going to be one for the books.
Emily stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body. She closed her eyes, savouring the warmth as it eased the tension from her muscles. Lost in thought about the day ahead, she didn’t hear the bathroom door open.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms encircled her waist. Emily yelped, startled, as Lucas pressed his chest against her back.
“Jesus Christ, Luke!” she gasped, heart racing. “You scared the shit out of me.”
He chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” His hands slid up her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You looked too tempting standing here all alone.”
Emily turned to face him, water droplets clinging to her lashes. Lucas cupped her face, his calloused thumbs grazing her cheekbones. He tilted her head back, eyes dark with desire.
“Merry Christmas Eve,” he murmured, before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Emily melted into him, arms winding around his neck. The kiss deepened, and she couldn’t help but moan softly as his tongue swept against hers.
When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Emily grinned wickedly. “You know,” she said, trailing a finger down his chest, “we’re going to be busy all day with my family. This might be our only chance for some… quality time before tonight.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. “Is that so?” His hands drifted lower, gripping her hips. “Well, we’d better make the most of it then, hadn’t we?”
Emily’s laugh turned into a gasp as he pressed her against the cool tile wall. “Fuck, Luke,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed. “My parents better not show up early.”
“Then we’d better be quick,” he growled, before claiming her mouth once more.
Emily’s legs instinctively wrapped around Lucas’s waist as he hoisted her up, their bodies flush against each other. The hot water cascaded over them, steam rising around their entwined forms.
“God, I need you,” Emily groaned, her hips grinding against his hardness. She could feel him, thick and ready, pressed against her core. The friction was maddening.
Lucas’s lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Then take me,” he growled, his voice husky with desire.
Emily didn’t need to be told twice. She reached between them, guiding him to her entrance. With one swift movement, she flexed her hips, both of them gasping at the sensation as he filled her.
“Fuck, Em,” Lucas panted, his forehead resting against hers. “You feel incredible.”
Emily’s nails dug into his shoulders as he pressed her against the wall, finding a rhythm that had them both seeing stars. The shower’s spray mingled with their heavy breaths and soft moans.
“Harder,” Emily demanded, her green eyes locked onto Lucas’s blue ones. “I need more.”
Lucas obliged, his hips snapping up to meet hers with increased force. The tile was cool against Emily’s back, a stark contrast to the heat building inside her.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered, feeling the familiar tension coiling in her belly. “Don’t stop.”
Lucas’s right hand slid up to Emily’s throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating with a heady mix of arousal and anticipation.
“What do you want, baby girl?” Lucas growled, his hips still driving into her relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the shower walls.
Emily’s mind went blank, overwhelmed by sensation. Lucas’s cock stretching her, his hand on her throat, the hot water pelting their bodies – it was all too much and not enough at the same time.
“I… I…” she stammered, struggling to form coherent thoughts.
Lucas tightened his grip slightly, tilting her head back. “Use your words, baby girl. Tell me what you need.”
The pressure on her throat sent a jolt of electricity through her body, igniting every nerve ending. Emily moaned, loud and unrestrained.
“Make me come, daddy,” she whimpered, surprising herself with the words tumbling from her lips. “Please, I need it so bad.”
Lucas’s eyes darkened at her words. “That’s my good girl,” he purred, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
Emily clung to him, her world narrowing down to the points where their bodies connected. She was teetering on the edge, so close to falling apart.
Emily’s world narrowed to a pinpoint of pleasure as Lucas tightened his grip on her throat. Her eyes flew wide, drinking in every detail of his face – the intensity in his blue eyes, the tension in his jaw, the bead of sweat trickling down his temple.
“Fuck, Lucas,” she gasped, her voice a ragged whisper. The hot spray of the shower rained down on them, steam swirling around their bodies.
Lucas lowered his head, never breaking eye contact. His lips closed around her nipple and Emily arched into him with a strangled cry. When his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, fireworks exploded behind her eyes.
“Oh god, oh fuck, Lucas!” she screamed as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around him, milking his own release.
Lucas groaned against her breast, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside her. For a moment, they clung to each other, panting and trembling in the aftershocks.
As the fog of pleasure slowly lifted, Emily became aware of the water going cold. She shivered, prompting Lucas to carefully set her down.
“You okay?” he murmured, brushing wet strands of hair from her face.
Emily nodded, still catching her breath. “More than okay. That was… intense.”
A cocky grin spread across Lucas’ face. “Merry Christmas Eve to us.”
She swatted his arm playfully. “Smartass. Come on, let’s get out before we freeze.”
Emily snagged one of Lucas’ soft, worn t-shirts from a nearby chair, pulling it over her head. The faded fabric hung loosely on her frame, brushing the tops of her thighs. Lucas yanked on a pair of grey lounge pants, leaving his chest bare.
“Race you to the kitchen,” Emily challenged, darting for the door.
Lucas’ deep chuckle followed her down the stairs. “Cheater!”
In the kitchen, Emily made a beeline for the coffee maker. Her fingers danced over the controls, muscle memory taking over. As the rich aroma of brewing coffee filled the air, she leaned against the counter, watching Lucas rummage through the fridge.
“Pancakes and bacon sound good?” he asked, his voice muffled.
Emily’s stomach growled in response. “God, yes. I’m starving after that workout.”
Lucas emerged with an armful of ingredients, a wicked grin on his face. “Happy to help with your cardio any time, darling.”
She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her smile. “You’re impossible.”