Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“You’re an overachiever, Mr. Blaine. Pretty sure we could do both,” she says.
That’s clear. She wants the mint and what Fable wants she gets—because I like to give it to her. “We can do everything,” I say.
For a long time. For well past the holidays. Do you want that too?
But I don’t ask that yet. That’s far too vulnerable. And besides, she’s shifting gears quickly, nodding to the big arched window with a view of the mountains—a view that’s starting to turn white. “It’s snowing.”
I glance at the windows, but even the view of falling snow—one of my favorite sights in the world—has nothing on her. “It is,” I say, touching her thighs, then running a finger along a pink light that’s perilously close to her perfect pussy.
“The first time we went to dinner, I’m betting you were already imagining fucking me while it snowed.”
A laugh bursts from me. “Am I that transparent?”
She bobs a naked shoulder, a pleased smile curving her lips. “Maybe.”
“Guilty as charged then,” I say, dropping my face to kiss her thighs. What did I ever do to deserve even a brief romance with this naughty angel? She ignites something carnal in me. Something greedy. My voice comes out in a low rumble as I rise up and reach for the end of the strand of lights resting on her hips. “Fable, I need to take these lights off you. I need to kiss every inch of your skin. I need to make you come countless times. Because this”—I nod toward the window and the white flakes floating down—“is a fantasy, but you are my real fantasy.”
Her breath seems to come faster. “Take them off right now.”
In seconds, I unwrap her, and once she’s free of the lights, she throws her arms around me and whispers, “You’ve become mine too.”
There’s a vulnerability in her eyes that I’m not sure I deserve, but one I still desperately want. I can’t let her be the only one to say the hard thing, though, so I cup her cheek. “I meant everything I said last night right here in this bed. I have wanted you for so long. For more than a year. You’ve been front and center in my mind. I’ve been thinking of you, and craving you, and wanting you. You’ve been like a dream I didn’t think I could ever catch.”
Her breath halts, then comes in a soft stutter. “You’re not dreaming,” she says, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. “You’re awake and I’m all real. All yours, Wilder.”
My chest is so hot. My skin is like the surface of Mercury, but it’s because my heart is on fire. I can’t take it anymore. I claim her mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. I pour all my feelings into it—all the emotions that I’m terrified to say, but I’m even more terrified of not saying them soon.
And soon I will.
When I break the kiss, she tugs at my shirt.
I take the hint and strip it off, then grab a big towel from the en suite. “Lie down on this,” I say as I return to the bed, then move the towel under her.
I settle into my favorite place—between her legs. “This afternoon you showed off your tree-decorating skills. Now I’ll show off mine.”
Her lips part in naughty delight. “Will you now?”
“Yes, even though I already have an advantage. My tree is the sexiest tree ever.” I take the canister from the foot of the bed and point it toward the hollow of her throat, spraying a dollop of cream there. She shudders. I dip my face and lick it off with a throaty groan.
She gasps softly. I kiss her throat once more, making sure I get every last drop.
I spray some whipped cream on her tits, a generous dollop for each nipple. Pulling back, I take a good, long look at the gorgeous woman naked before me. “You are the perfect holiday treat,” I say.
She gives me a saucy smile. “Better taste me and make sure.”
“Quality control and all,” I say dryly.
I flick my tongue across her gorgeous breasts, licking the treat off her, savoring every single taste till she’s moaning, “That feels so good.”
“And I’m not even close to being done.”
“I never think you are, Wilder. Never. You’re insatiable,” she says.
I raise my face and look her straight in the eyes I love. “You make me insatiable.”
Then I decorate her stomach with swirls and lines all the way down to her belly button, and I take my sweet time licking it all off. When I’m done, I climb over her and gaze down at the redheaded beauty who’s become the center of my world. Who makes my heart thunder and my mind spark. And who makes my soul feel settled. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”