She squeezes my hand, grinning as we start up the stairs. “Hmmm…something we’ll both enjoy. I wonder what it could be? Is it a hand or two of poker to help me practice not being the worst player ever?”
“It’s not a hand or two of poker,” I say, playing along.
“Not a hand or two of poker,” she muses aloud. “Is it one of your mom’s fresh strawberry-rhubarb pies for us to share, even though strawberries and rhubarb are out of season?”
“Sadly, no, though I think Mom has one frozen that I can steal for you the next time we’re over at their place.”
“That would be lovely. But no pie now, so…” She taps her finger thoughtfully against my wrist. “Is it ski tickets for opening weekend at Timberline?”
“No, but I’ll get those tomorrow.”
She laughs. “You don’t have to. I was just teasing.”
“I know I don’t have to. I enjoy acquiring things that make you happy.”
“You make me happy.” Libby stops beside me at the top of the final landing, in front of the simple wooden door, looking up at me with a warmth that still makes me feel so fucking lucky to be the man who somehow won her heart. “So, I’m hoping the surprise has something to do with you and me and some alone time with no clothes on before we end up in a room right next door to your parents.”
I grin and close my fingers around the doorknob. “It might be something like that.” I push the door open, revealing a large, open attic space with exposed rafters and a canopy bed draped in sheer gold curtains. The candles I lit just a few minutes ago flicker in small white dishes all around the bed, making the scene pretty damned romantic if I do say so myself.
“Oh, Jus, it’s beautiful,” Libby says, her hand drifting to cover her mouth as she steps inside. “Like a fairytale.” She turns back to me, a sparkle in her eyes that I recognize so well.
“You have an idea,” I say, before she can get the words out.
“I have an idea,” she agrees, bouncing lightly on her feet. “I’ll be Sleeping Beauty and you can come wake me up with a kiss.”
“A kiss anywhere I want?” I ask, working open the buttons on my dress shirt.
“Anywhere you want,” she promises in a naughty voice as she toes off her sandals and gathers her dress, holding it up as she skips across the room and jumps onto the bed with a giggle. “But not my lips,” she warns, pointing a finger my way as she lies down on the pillows. “Surprise me, Cruise.”
“Oh, I will,” I promise as she closes her eyes. I study her as I shrug out of my shirt and reach for the close of my pants, deciding she looks more beautiful than any princess I’ve ever seen. Kate Middleton has nothing on my Libs.
Please be mine, I think as I climb onto the bed and slowly lift her dress, loving the way her breath catches when I reveal her tiny white panties and the smooth expanse of her stomach. For a moment, I think about kissing her perfect pussy or the delicate hollow of her belly button, but in the end, I decide to go for something I know she won’t be expecting.
I push the dress higher, until I can reach back between her shoulders and pop the clasp on her lacy bra. Libby traps her bottom lip between her teeth as I push the bra up, baring her breasts and I whisper, “Sleeping princesses don’t bite their lips.”
She immediately releases her lip, and her face goes peaceful once more. Libby excels at role-playing, and playing professor to her naughty schoolgirl is one of my favorite things. But tonight I’m not going to draw out the game. I don’t want there to be any pretend going on when Libby discovers my surprise.
I come onto my forearms, bracing myself on either side of Libby’s ribs as I press a kiss just to the left of the center of her chest, right above her heart. Her breath rushes out as I run my tongue in slow circles over the place where her breast begins to curve, and her fingers thread slowly into my hair.
“A heart kiss,” she murmurs. “Excellent move, Prince Charming.”
“Thank you, baby.” I bring my tongue to her nipple, circling and flicking across the tight flesh until she’s shifting restlessly beneath me.
“Clothes off,” she says, pulling her bra and dress over her head and tossing them to the floor. “I need you naked.” She reaches for the waistband of my boxer briefs, but I gently put her hand away, not quite ready for her to discover what’s beneath just yet.
“Patience, beautiful.” I cup her breasts, rolling both of her nipples between my fingers at the same time. “There’s no need to rush.”
“But people will wonder where you are,” she says, cheeks flushing as she arches into my touch. “God, that feels so good. Harder, please. Oh, yes. Yes, just like that.”