Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Water sloshes out, down the front of him and onto the floor. “Shit, I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay. It can just stay here.” He sets it back down and when I look, the front of his flannel and thermal shirt underneath are soaking wet. “You have to put water in or the branches will lose their needles.”
“Yes, I understand, but…” I tug my lips to the side and nod at his drenched chest. “I made a mess.”
His gaze travels down his wet shirt, then flicks to me and my knees go weak. His eyes dance up and down before he strips off his flannel then peels the wet thermal shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor.
“Holy Christmas,” I mumble as I stare at a body carved from some otherworldly combination of stone and flesh. His chest muscles are as big as my grandmother’s cookie sheets. There are eight, perfectly-defined squares of abdominals, and I can’t help myself when I reach out and run a finger down the center indentation, a fire igniting between my legs.
“I’m planning on making a very different sort of mess out of you, my Snow Angel.” He reaches out and grabs my wrist, jerking my hand down and pressing it on the front of his jeans. “You know you made a mess of me in the bar earlier don’t you?”
His dark eyes pull me in and the ground feels like it’s rushing up to swallow me whole as the massive hard-on under my hand pulses.
Dodge’s arms wrap around me as my blood pumps arousal throughout my body. I drag my free hand over his chest, the smattering of dark hair tickling my fingers as he makes a pained sound.
I give the length of his erection a squeeze and his eyes roll back for a second before he growls, lifts me off the floor, pulls out one of the chairs from the table and stands me on the seat, putting us nose to nose.
“You will be mine from now on, angel.” He brushes my hair behind my ears and that simple touch is enough to send me reeling.
The room starts to spin as Dodge steadies me, then our lips connect in a fierce kiss. He moans as he leans into me, our chests touching as my hands slip over the smooth skin of his hard shoulders.
Our tongues lash and dance as Dodge makes these guttural, rumbling sounds that feel like they come from somewhere deep inside of him.
I feel his erection press against my legs and wiggle against it, enjoying how it only makes him rumble louder.
Our faces move back and forth, side to side, as his tongue fills my mouth and my insides clench, weeping warmth between my legs. Every piece of him is huge and I moan into our kiss, thinking of his tongue lapping at me down low where a clutching, demanding ache has started.
“You are my Christmas miracle.” Dodge steps back, leaving me breathless and boneless, his eyes roaming up and down. His fingers start to work the tiny heart-shaped buttons on my blouse as my skin tingles and my nipples tighten into hard pebbles.
He fumbles and struggles with the first button for a long moment. His fingers so big they aren’t made for such delicate work.
“Fuck this,” he grunts out, just as I start to try to help, but I’m too late. Little pink buttons fly like bullets through the air as he rips the shirt apart, popping every button from top to bottom in arcs around the room. He’s rough and demanding as he jerks the shirt down my arms. “I’ll buy you ten more.”
“It’s okay.” I pant as his hands tug on the back of my bra, trying to get it unhooked. “Here…” I reach around, my fingers lacing with his, as eager to bare myself to him as he is to see me it seems.
I work the hooks free as his hands lower to my waist, nearly encircling it completely.
“Off. Get it off,” he orders, his words are rough and demanding, but it only heightens my lust and my need to give him whatever he wants.
I let the lace fall away as his eyes burn with desire. He rests his forehead on my sternum for a long moment, and I hear him whispering.
“Please, God, if this is a dream, don’t let me wake up. Let me die in my sleep here with my angel. Amen.”
His soft words make me shiver as a trickle of my arousal seeps from my sex. His hands cover my breasts, cupping them while he stares and curses under his breath.
“You are perfect. How did I get to be here with you? You are an angel and I am a—”
“You are perfect too.” I cut him off as his hands slide up and down my bare flesh, leaving warmth wherever they touch.