Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
He smiled with his eyes closed. “Now you asked for it.” He reached and grabbed my arm, pulling me back into bed.
I was about to protest, but his mouth was on mine faster than I could speak. His tongue delved between my lips, lulling me into a hypnotic state of bliss.
Damn, he still tastes amazing. Like peppermint.
My hands reached for his chest, my fingertips skating over the swells of his pecs and abs and…Oh!
I pulled away. “You don’t have any clothes on.”
“They were all sooty.” He rolled on top of me, beaming into my eyes. “You seem to be missing your clothes, too.”
Oh, yeah. “Well, it is my birthday. What better suit?” I grinned.
He returned to kissing me, not at all the drowsy lump I’d seen moments ago. His hands were on my breasts, his mouth was dishing wild kissing, and his hips were snuggling down between my thighs.
“I missed you so much,” he whispered.
“I missed you, too.”
“Promise you’ll never leave again,” he added.
I froze for a moment, remembering the night we’d almost…eh-hem, forked. I’d said those same words to him, and it had started a chain of events.
But things were different now. I’d had time to grow as a person and to grow accustomed to who Beau was. More importantly, I’d figured out that love was really the only thing worth finding.
“I will definitely travel again because it’s fun, but I will never leave you again,” I said, drinking in his handsome face.
His mouth returned to mine, and he thrust inside me. My body exploded with head-to-toe tingles. He moved with me as I rocked my hips, both of us dancing to a rhythm that pumped our bodies with pleasure.
“Oh gosh,” I panted. “That feels amazing.”
He hooked his arm under my knee, deepening his thrusts. I ran my hands down his muscled back, enjoying the slick, hot penetrating motions of his hard cock. I mean candy cane! Yes. Yes. So good.
“Have you been a good girl this year, Meri? Do you want a special present from Santa?” His voice was deep and gravelly.
I stopped and gave him a look.
“Too soon?” he said.
“Please don’t ever do the Santa thing again. It’s weird.”
He laughed and brought his mouth back to mine. I immediately found myself lost again in his taste, his scent, and his heated breaths bathing my neck. His large frame on top of me—chest to chest, hips to hips, and lips to lips—made me feel more than aroused. Nothing else existed apart from our bodies joined, coaxing the most erotic sensations I’d ever experienced.
My toes began to curl, my nipples pearled, and my body locked down, preparing for an explosion.
Oh god! Yes. Yes! Euphoric contractions detonated inside my core, radiating outward through every limb.
Beau made a final thrust and let out a deep, gravelly groan. The room burst with lights of every color, sparkling and swirling while he came. I could hardly see a thing, the brightness nearly blinding me. That’s impressive.
After a long moment, our panting bodies slick with sweat, he started laughing into the crook of my neck.
“What?” I said.
“Best Christmas present I ever got.”
I slapped his arm. “What about me?”
“Best present you ever got, too.”
“Hey!”
He rolled off me and propped himself up on one elbow, brushing my frizzy hair back from my face. “Of course you’re better than an orgasm. But I’m not sure by how much.”
“Beau.”
His smug grin melted away, and he kissed me deeply. After a moment, he beamed into my eyes. “Do you have any idea how much I missed you? Thank you for coming back to me.”
“Well, you were right. Turns out that I do love you.” I cupped his handsome face. “Thank you for not losing faith in me.”
“Faith in us—a love worth waiting for.”
EPILOGUE
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Beau. “I mean, the factory has been running just fine without me for centuries. What’s a few more years?”
“Meri, I’m tired of commuting and not having you in my bed every night. And frankly, staying with your parents is a little uncomfortable. Your mom keeps hounding me about if I know Jesus, and they always stare at me like I’m from another planet.”
“Well, are you?”
He laughed. “You know I’m not.”
He’d tried to explain it once, but it had still boiled down to simply accepting that some things were real, even if we couldn’t prove it with a photo or some sort of scientific evidence. Christmas magic was real and, according to Beau, was something you just felt in your heart.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about. I promise,” Beau said, taking my gloved hand.
“Says the guy who grew up here. To you, this is all normal.”
“This is your home now. Our home.”
I looked out across the frozen plain. There was nothing for miles and miles in any direction. Beau had spared me the “easy way” to get here because he said it would freak me out initially, so we’d flown to Canada, then to an ice station in Barneo, followed by a helicopter ride. Twenty hours later, here we were.