“Baby.”

Asher was giving me my favorite look. The one where his face went gentle, and his eyes were soft. He gave it to me a lot. Usually, after I’d done something to make him laugh. And thankfully he laughed a lot. But he was easy like that.

“Baby what?”

“That’s another reason. They just keep coming.”

He was talking about the reasons why he loved me.

I didn’t ask what his new reason was. Sometimes he told me, sometimes he didn’t. But like with all things Asher, I didn’t need him to tell me, because he always made sure I felt his love. And in return, I made sure he felt mine.

“Morning.” I felt the word rumble against the back of my neck.

I came fully awake and smiled.

Naked, Asher curled into my back, our legs tangled.

The perfect way to wake up.

“Morning,” I returned, and with great effort, I ignored the temptation of Asher’s erection pressing on my ass. “Hold that thought.”

I rolled to my nightstand and opened the drawer. We’d agreed, no presents. So instead of Christmas wrapping paper, the box was wrapped in lime green and white polka dot paper.

See? Not a Christmas present.

I rolled back, twisted, and held out the smallish box between us.

Asher’s eyes dropped to the present, his lips twitched, and he muttered, “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

No, I couldn’t.

“Open it.”

Asher sat up and scooted until his back was against the headboard.

The blanket fell away and pooled on his lap. And like all the times before when his chest was presented to me, I never missed an opportunity to take it in.

So damn hot.

“Baby, do you want me to open your present or fuck you?”

I didn’t move my eyes from his pecs when I answered.

“Both.”

It was his laughter that made me drag my eyes up to watch.

I’d been wrong, this was the perfect way to wake up—naked in bed with Asher laughing.

He pitched to the side, opened his nightstand drawer, and pulled out a gift wrapped in dinosaur birthday paper.

I fell to my back and busted out laughing.

“Great minds,” I sputtered through my giggles.

I felt the box land on my stomach followed by, “Open it.”

I picked it up and immediately knew what it was.

I sat up, let the comforter fall away, and shivered when I heard Asher’s growl of appreciation.

So what if I bared my breasts on purpose? My man liked me naked, and I loved hearing him growl like a caveman. Besides, it was Christmas morning.

“You first,” I told him, vibrating with excitement.

Asher did as asked and I knew when he smiled he’d opened the present right side up so he could see the photo in the frame.

“You like it?”

He didn’t answer, not with words—his shoulders shook and his laughter filled our bedroom.

“I…fucking…” he choked out, “love it.”