Driving Me to Christmas (London Loves Book 5) by Julie Farrell Page A

the bed and made his way towards the bedroom door. He turned back and threw her a smile, then stepped out into the chilly carpeted landing.
    God he loved that woman. She was beautiful, kind, funny… What a shame she’d been so embarrassed when they’d first arrived. But he knew everything would be okay. She’d made such an effort over lunch and he knew his parents adored her as much as he did.
    He crept along the corridor feeling like a thief. This was exciting! And that negligee was spurring him on. Sam was going to look beautiful in it, and he couldn’t wait to make love to her.
    This corridor was decorated with heavy red carpet and gold wallpaper. It’d been like this for years. As he crept across the squeaky floorboards, Verlaine was assaulted by a childhood memory of him and Rebecca sneaking out of bed on Christmas Eve and tiptoeing downstairs to see if Santa had been. And then later, in their early twenties when Rebecca had finished college and plunged herself back into his life, Verlaine would creep to her room, where they would quietly explore each other’s young bodies until dawn.
    He reached out and turned the brass door handle, holding his breath as he eased it open. He was certain his parents were still home, because he hadn’t heard the front door slam, so he needed to proceed with caution.
    He stepped inside and saw his mom’s suitcase on the bed. He’d always loved this room – it was much grander than his. There was a massive four-poster bed to roll around on, and not so much heaviness. It was brighter, with higher ceilings and white furnishings. And despite that, it felt warmer. He wondered whether he could make love to Sam in here, but he knew it would be too risky if they were all still downstairs, waiting to go sightseeing.
    He glanced at his mom’s bags, and spotted the one with the negligee in. He pounced, grabbed it, and practically ran back to his room, so he could make love to his awesome girl.
    He stepped back inside, to find Sam staring out the window again. She seemed taken by the sea and Verlaine wished he could ease her mind. He knew it was probably just this time of year dragging her down. She missed her parents and she was worried about her sister. She was such a sweet and compassionate person, and sometimes she took the weight of the world on her shoulders. But Verlaine knew a great way to distract her from her troubles, and make her feel better.
    “Hey,” he said. “Got it.”
    She turned and they shared a smile. “Well done! And you didn’t get caught?”
    “Nope.”
    Sam gratefully took the bag and pulled out the lacy lingerie. She held it up against herself, and her innocent expression turned to desirous. “Wanna see me in it?”
    He pulled her close and kissed her. “Please.”
    Sam giggled. “Your family might hear me. You know how loud I can be when you make me come!”
    Verlaine opened his mouth to remind her that the others were about to go out, but he was interrupted by the distant sound of the front door slamming.
    He grinned. “That’s one problem solved!”
    “Great timing!” she said. “I’d much rather be here faking a headache, than out there, being dragged around museums and aerodromes!”
    “Well, as long you’re not planning on faking anything else.”
    “I never would; what’s the point?”
    “Exactly. My motto is ‘satisfaction guaranteed’.”
    “I love your motto! Turn around and I’ll put this on.”
    Verlaine kissed her again, feeling his cock harden at the thought. He turned and listened to the sound of her removing her clothes. It seemed strange to give her the privacy to change, when he’d seen her naked so many times. But then again, it wasn’t to give her privacy, was it? It was to give him the delight of seeing her transformed.
    “God, it’s cold,” she said. “I hope you’re ready to warm me up!”
    He rubbed his hands together. “Always!”
    “Okay, you can look.”
    Verlaine turned and gasped. Sam had twisted her