Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Clara emerges a little slower, her eyes on the floor at Kaiden's feet. She looks adorably contrite in her snowman PJs and messy hair.
"Sorry, Santa," she whispers before following Noelle up to bed more slowly. She peeks over her shoulder at Kaiden several times on the way up as if to make sure she's really seeing what she's seeing.
Kaiden waits until he hears their bedroom door close before he winks at me and exits the house the same way he entered. He's covering all of his bases. I quickly shut everything down and then tip-toe to our room to meet him. I pause outside the girls' room but don't hear even a peep from inside.
I guess getting busted by Santa settled them down for the night.
Kaiden's already back in our room, stripping out of the suit by the time I slip inside.
"They're going to believe in Santa until they're thirty," I murmur.
"Good." He pulls the beard off, shoving it into the sack before he prowls across the room toward me. His gaze roams over me, dark and hungry. "My girls should always believe in Christmas magic."
"Yeah?" I lean up on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck. "That's a pretty big statement from a man who hated the holiday a few years ago."
He boosts me into his arms, making me squeal with laughter.
"That was before." His lips descend on my throat, seeking out all those places he's learned so well.
"Before what?" I breathe, throwing my head back as my core temperature shoots upward.
"Before I fell in love with a star who turned my entire fucking life into magic. Every day feels like Christmas to me now, Laura."
"Kaiden." I tip my head forward, my expression soft. "That may be the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."
"You think so?" His lips turn up into a smirk.
"Yes."
"I can think of something sweeter."
"Oh, really? Let's hear it then."
"All I want for Christmas is you."
"I'm yours," I say without hesitation. "Forever and ever."
"I like the sound of that, but you didn't let me finish."
"Oh. Continue, then."
"All I want for Christmas is you sitting on my face."
"Kaiden!"
"I said I could think of something sweeter." He flips the lock on the door before carrying me toward the bed. "You're the sweetest little treat I know, baby."
"We still have to put the presents out."
"No. You have to let me eat. Then, I'll put the presents out."
"I don't have to help?"
"Help?" He grins, his scar pulling taut as he lays me out on the bed beneath him. "Baby, you aren't going to be able to walk."
"Oh," I whisper. "Then Merry Christmas to me."
Dear Santa
A Steamy Christmas Romance
Nichole Rose
Chapter One
Lyric
Dear Santa...
I haven't asked for anything for Christmas since I was younger and wanted boobs. Thanks for coming through with those, by the way. But I have a favor to ask. Can you please bring this curvy girl a daddy for Christmas this year? Preferably my older brother's best friend, Sinclair Evans. I'll never ask for anything else ever again.
xoxo,
Lyric
I skim my letter to Santa, drumming my finger against my bottom lip. I'm probably asking too much from a jolly old guy in a red suit two days before Christmas, but it's the time for miracles, right? Maybe he'll come through with one for me.
That's what it's going to take to make Sinclair Evans notice me. I should know. I've only been trying to get his attention since I moved in with my brother, Lachlan, a year ago.
My big college adventure didn't go so well during my sophomore year. My roommate liked to bring strange men over at random hours. When I woke up with one standing over my bed, I started sleeping in my car. I accidentally let that slip to Lachlan on the phone one day.
Less than twenty-four hours later, he was in California, and we were packing my stuff. I didn't mind. I took a semester off and then enrolled in college here in Seattle. Now, I get to spend my time daydreaming about Sinclair.
I'm ready to stop daydreaming. I'm obsessed with him to an unhealthy degree. He's all I think about some days.
But no matter what I do to get his attention, he refuses to budge. Some days, I think the only time he pays any attention to me at all is when he's growling at me.
Your dress is too fucking short, Lyric.
You need to focus on school, Lyric.
Why aren't you wearing a coat, Lyric?
Argh! He's worse than my brother. As if the fact that he's thirteen years older than I am makes him the boss of me.
Newsflash: it doesn't.
But, God, I ache when he growls at me. I want to crawl into his lap and grind against him until the throb between my thighs fades. I want to feel his rough hands on my body and his teeth in my skin.