Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Wait. You got them for me?” I pull out a set of pajamas with Christmas cookies all over them from the drawer. They are my size, which is petite. “I didn’t get you anything.” I can’t believe he got me a present. Okay, maybe this isn’t a fling and he is really into me. If he’d thought far enough in advance to get me a gift and all. “I love them.” I hug them to my chest.
“I love seeing you in my shirts, but I thought you might be more comfortable in these. Plus they’re warmer.” He bends down and picks the ones I’d thrown at him off the floor.
“I’m sorry. I got scared,” I admit. He tosses the clothes on top of the giant island in the center of the closet. This closet is every woman’s dream. I swear I think it might be bigger than my bedroom at home.
“No need for an apology. I’d be pissed if I found men’s clothes in your closet. Promise you, Marley, there is no one else now, and there hasn’t been anyone before. How could there be when I’ve been silently obsessing over you since I laid eyes on you.”
“Really? I thought you didn’t much care for me at first, but my sweetness was wearing you down?” I tease as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him.
“You’ve had me from the start. You know how hard it is to make shit up to call the sheriff’s department about?” he asks, making me giggle.
“Why weren't you in bed?” I huff, tilting my head to look up at him. He hasn’t shaved, and I think I rather like it. Thoughts of how it will feel the next time his head is between my thighs start to push forward, but I keep them at bay, knowing now is not the time to be getting turned on.
“I was having all kinds of dirty thoughts. It was better before I attacked you.”
“I don’t think I would have been upset over one of your attacks. Your mouth is magic.” I drop my head after admitting that, that pesky shyness creeping in again.
“Stop hiding that blush from me.” I peek back up at him. “We lost power. I went to turn the generators on. Wanted you to wake up to a warm house. I made you something to drink too.”
“That’s sweet, but I’m not a coffee drinker. I’ll make you breakfast, though.” He leans down and finally kisses me. I melt into him. The kiss starts out slow and sweet but quickly turns heated. Saint grunts suddenly before stepping back.
“Need you to put on some clothes, beautiful.” I glance down, remembering I’m still in a towel. “It’s not coffee.” He picks the cup back up. “Hot chocolate.” He hands it to me. How the heck did he know that? “I’ll be in the kitchen.” His eyes roam over me before he curses under his breath and turns around, hightailing it out of the closet, making me laugh.
I need to stay out of my own head. Saint is clearly into me and holding back. I have to break that control. We’ve been dancing around each other for months.
All I want for Christmas is Saint. And I want him in every single way.
9
Saint
Who knew decorating for Christmas could be sexy? Add cooking to that as well. Everything Marley does is hot as fuck. I run my hand down my face to calm myself down. I have a major case of blue balls from watching her flit around all day.
I got off last night and again twice this morning in the shower. My dick was still hard and begging me to crawl back into bed with Marley when I’d come out of the bathroom.
My cock didn’t even go down when she was pissed as hell at me when she found the clothes I’d gotten her. Even when she was angry and wanting to kill me, she was sexy as hell. I was sure when I told her the clothes were for her it was going to freak her the hell out.
Nope. She let me kiss the hell out of her and then came into the kitchen and cooked me the best breakfast of my life. I don’t want this snowstorm to ever end. I could spend the rest of my life happily locked away in this house with this angel. I have no clue how someone hasn’t snatched her up already. The woman is perfection. And she’s all mine.
A year ago, if you would have told me I wanted a woman to call my own I would have bet you every penny I had you’d be wrong. Who wants someone in their space all the time? Even if you get regular sex? Nah, I’m good. I’ll use my hand and enjoy my freedom. Now I’d be happy only eating Marley’s cunt till the day I die if that is all she’ll ever let me do.