Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“How was I?” she asks breathlessly when I finally let her mouth go.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you ever leave this house.” She giggles, thinking I’m fucking joking. “My turn,” I say before pinning her to the couch and turning her laughter into moans.
I’m not sure which sound I love more. All I do know is I’m going to spend the rest of my life getting both of them from her.
10
Marley
“You do know it’s only the two of us?” Saint hides his smile behind his mug before he takes a sip of his hot chocolate.
“You can never have too many desserts.” I put a cover over the second pie he just pulled out of the oven for me. I’d made two pies, cookies, and a cake when Saint admitted to me that his favorite dessert is cake. I had to make one because well, I make a killer vanilla cake.
My younger sister Charlee loves it so much she actually made me make her wedding cake for her uber fancy wedding in the city. I did it obviously because I adore her to pieces. She’s always been my favorite sibling. She hasn’t lived in Winter Falls since she was eighteen, but we have managed to stay close.
She’s actually in town but like the rest of us is also snowed in. Her husband Rowan brought her out here. She told me in secret it’s to wrap up their divorce. I didn’t believe that for one second. I had to fight from laughing into the phone when she said that. That man isn’t ever divorcing her. I think he brought her here to nail her down to one spot and work their shit out. That would be my guess. My sister loves him to pieces and doesn’t want the divorce. I know it’s a misunderstanding they both need to communicate over.
I should make them a cake to take over when the storm finally passes. She’s going to laugh right back at me when I have Saint in tow. I might have been going on about him to her. Unlike my sister Carla, Charlee would never steal anything from anyone.
“Gorgeous, I know what sweet dessert I want to eat tomorrow and every day after.”
“I might want another taste too.” I try not to blush as I say it, but I lose.
“Go change for bed,” Saint growls.
“I still have cookies to put out for Santa.”
“Lay out cookies for another man and I’ll redden your ass.” My mouth falls open. I can’t believe he just said that.
I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. In fact, he sets down his cup and shifts back from the chair he’s been sitting in watching me cook tonight. I kind of love that he enjoys watching and keeping me company. When he starts to round the kitchen counter, I squeal and take off toward the bedroom. His deep chuckle follows after me.
I quickly change my clothes, wanting to get back to Saint. Today is perfect and I’m happy that it’s really not going to end. We might go to sleep, but tomorrow is Christmas and we’ll get to spend the day together all alone. It’s going to be strange not spending it with my family, but I’m not sad about it. I’m sure I won’t even be missed. Charlee isn’t going to be there, anyway.
“You like?” I ask Saint, stepping out from the closet where I’d changed into another pair of pajamas. I don’t think today can get any better. It has been magical.
“Fucking love.” He puts the fire poker back into its slot before he makes his way over toward me. “How you make flannel pajamas with cookies on them look so damn sexy I have no idea, but I’ll take it.” He drops his mouth down onto mine.
“Let’s sit here for a little.” I drop down in front of the fireplace in his bedroom. “I love your home.”
“Good. Not sure I’m going to be able to let you leave it.” He pulls me into his lap. Thinking of my old drafty house, I shiver. It still needs so much work.
“I’m not sure I would have held out so great at my place,” I admit. “This storm would have been rough.” That had been my stupid plan after the meeting with the mayor. I don’t know why I didn’t make plans to head over to my parents’. Probably because I knew they already had such a full house. I didn’t feel like being surrounded by so many people. But it would have been better than being stuck alone and likely freezing.
“Where are your parents?” I ask. I know he doesn’t have any siblings. He mentioned a few people from his company, but that’s really been it.