She nods. “Daddy? You need to wake up.”
Kodie chuckles behind me.
“Daddy, are you pretending to be asleep?” Sutton chastises.
Suddenly, he releases the death grip he had on my waist and sits up, dragging the sheets away from me.
“Are you kidding? It’s Christmas morning. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
Bullshit. He was snoring only a few minutes ago.
I keep that little nugget to myself, though.
“Have you?” she asks suspiciously with her hands on her hips.
“Go and wake Gran and James, then get your stocking. We’ll meet you downstairs.”
Kodie hasn’t finished talking before Sutton spins on her heels and races toward the door.
“Don’t start without us,” I call as she disappears.
The second she’s gone, the door swinging closed behind her, Kodie rolls over, pressing the weight of his body against mine.
I groan, loving the way we line up as he trails kisses across my jaw and down my neck. A shudder rips through me as I drag my legs from beneath him and wrap them around his waist.
“Oh god,” I moan when he grinds his morning wood against me.
“You keep forgetting, baby. It’s Kodie. Kodie Rivers.”
I chuckle. I swear, there isn’t a week that goes by where he doesn’t remind me of this. Whether he’s here or on the road, it’s a constant, mostly because I love to tease him mercilessly.
“Mmm, yeah. I sleep in Kodie motherfucking Rivers’ bed every night.”
“Every motherfucking night,” he groans as the sound of Sutton making her way downstairsfloats around us.
His kisses continue, ensuring my temperature continues to rise.
But as much as I need him, we don’t have time.
“Kodie,” I whimper, my hand skating down his side, loving the goosebumps that erupt from my touch.
“Better,” he teases as his lips close in on mine.
“We need to get up.”
“One taste, baby. Just one?—”
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, teasing my own into action. My hold on him tightens as I quickly forget about what we should be doing and focus entirely on him.
My man.
My everything.
“Daddy. Casey. You’d better not be asleep again,” Sutton warns as the house begins to wake up around us.
“We’re coming,” I call back, trying and failing to shove the ginormous man off me.
“I can assure you, we are not.”
