Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Woman, you’re going to wear me out.”
I lean up and kiss him again, low and slow. I’ve never felt so safe, so loved, and so wanted.
Christmas 4 Years Later
Aurora
The timer goes off right when I sing the high note of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas.” I don’t stop, but I do hit the timer and open the oven.
“Smells eat!” Vivian toddles into the kitchen with Clover at her heels.
“It’s not ready yet, baby.” Clover takes Vivian’s hand. “And trust me, Aunt Aurora’s chocolate cake is worth the wait.”
“Soon, baby.” I bend down and kiss Vivian’s forehead. “Once it’s cooled off, we can do the icing together, okay?”
“‘Kay.” Vivian’s eyes flick back to the oven, but she lets Clover lead her from the kitchen. After all, the promise of cake can get anyone moving.
Diego strides in, a turkey in one hand.
“You got one!” I take the cakes from the oven and set the pans on the stove.
“You always act surprised. I’m a killer, songbird.” He kisses me and smacks my ass as he passes through to the courtyard.
“Yeah, yeah, so big and tough,” I call as he comes back, sans turkey, and washes his hands.
“I am big and tough.” He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
I can still feel the chill from outside wafting from him. “Is it snowing again?”
“Yes.”
“I hope Santa can find us through the storm.” I turn and face him, then press my hands to his cool cheeks.
“Santa can always find his way.” He slides his palms down my sides and grips my ass. “Just like I can.”
“Naughty.” I giggle as he lifts me and carries me toward our room. I squirm. “Jude’s napping.”
“I know. I just checked on the app. He’s out. So, I figure you and I can have a little mommy/daddy time in the loft.”
“You planned this abduction?” I try to act scandalized, but when he slides his hands lower and his fingertips graze along my sex, I shudder with need.
“I always planned on abducting you, songbird. Caging you here and never letting you go.”
“You’re a bad man, Diego.” I lean up and nibble his lip.
“You have no idea.” He takes the steep stairs to the loft two at a time and drops me onto the feather bed. “I’m going to do bad things to you, my little one. Are you ready?”
With a sly smile, I pull down my sweats and my panties, then open for him.
His low groan sets me on fire. “Shirt off now,” he grunts.
I strip that off and toss it into our pile of clothes as he covers me with his body. Skin to skin, this is the way we were meant to be.
With a quick thrust, he takes me. I wrap myself around him, awash in pleasure as he hits all my spots just right. He knows. He always knows just what I like. Reaching behind me, he pulls me up from the mattress, leveraging me as he thrusts into me.
My body tingles at each impact, and I can feel myself winding tighter and tighter.
“Sing for me.” He licks his thumb and rubs my clit. It’s my kryptonite.
I come on a shuddering moan, my eyes locked with his as keeps pounding deep and hard. When I’m almost spent, he surges even deeper and lets loose, which sets me off again. We come together, our pleasure ebbing and flowing until we’re both panting and kissing, our love binding us together.
Once I can think again, Diego pulls me onto his chest and strokes down my back. God, I love this. The afterglow always lingers and makes me feel light as air.
“You never told me what you wanted for Christmas.” He kisses my crown.
“You already gave it to me.”
“Hmm?” He keeps stroking.
“You already gave me my Christmas present.”
“How? I hid it in the--” He stops.
I laugh, then lift my head and rest my chin on his chest. “In the where?”
“Well if you already have it, then you don’t need to know.” He raises a scarred brow. “Right?”
“I’m not talking about what you have hidden. I’m talking about what I have hidden.” I smirk.
His other eyebrow joins the first. “I’m lost.”
“Yeah, and I’m pregnant.” I wait a beat for the realization to dawn on him, and when it does … When it does, he crushes me to his chest and dots my face with kisses, his hands roving my body.
“Really?” he asks between kisses. “Really?”
“Yep. Really.”
“Two kids. Two beautiful children.” The happiness in his voice just might make me melt. “And the most amazing wife.” He kisses my lips, holding me close and telling me secret words about how much this means to him and how he’ll always be so, so grateful.
When he stares into my eyes, I feel whole.
“I’m grateful for you, Diego. Every day of my life, so grateful.”