Page 8 of His Heart for Christmas

?I look him over slowly, then meet his churning eyes. “You’re not rude. You’re direct. I appreciate directness.”

?He steps closer to me, his eyes heating. “Emma ...”

?“What about you? Is there anything youdolike?” I ask.

?“Being outdoors, finishing difficult projects, the holidays, and ...” he leans towards me for a moment, making my throat tighten. “And getting home before midnight. Let’s take care of inventory so I can make that happen.”

?I count one side and Josh counts the other, but every time we meet up, I tease him, turn our counting into a game, and find different ways to flirt. Once we’re back at the front, standing inthe gentle yellow light of his hanging bulbs, we give our total and I move closer to him. “You need your jacket back.”

?“Do I?”

?“You look freezing,” I murmur, stepping closer to him and pulling his sleeves further down. I brush my hand over his shoulder. It’s so broad, so muscular, so tense. I narrow my eyes at his shoulder. “And you’re tense. Do you ever relax, Josh?”

?“How should I do that?” he asks, stepping closer.

?“There are so many ways. Reading, a bubble bath, sitting by the fire, maybe something ... more,” I whisper, my face burning as I think of all the ways I want to relieve his tension.

?“More?” He takes another step forward.

?“Yeah, um. You know, there are so many options, positions, um ...ways,” I whisper.

?Why do I lose control of my tongue when he’s around?I can’t choke out a coherent sentence when he’s this focused on me.

Josh smirks, his eyes filled with mischief. “Show me.”

?I try to force my confidence under his intense stare.

?I take his hand, starting to wrap his arm around me, but instead, he pulls me against him and kisses me. It’s not gentle, not soft—it’s a release of every lingering look he’s pinned me with, a swirl of every fantasy that’s filled my head this past week, and a decisive answer to every touch, flirtatious line, and all the innuendo we’ve tried to ignore. And I just want more.

?His tongue slicks across mine as he backs me against the main building, growling and groaning into my mouth. I suck his tongue as I melt against him and he bites my bottom lip before gripping my hair tightly, pulling back to feast on me morefully, intensely, hungrily. Oh god, he’s so much better than even the dirtiest fantasy I’ve had. I’m soaking wet, hot all over and desperate to have more than a taste of him.

Chapter 6 - Josh

?Her lips are fucking perfect. She tastes like cocoa with just a hint of cinnamon and I want to drown in her. Her breathy moans and eager little whimpers fill my ear as she pulls me closer, tugging at my shirt as she grinds against me. I slide my knee between her thighs and she grinds on me, moving closer and closer to my painfully hard cock.

?I crave Emma. I’ve tried to avoid her but couldn’t keep my eyes to myself. I tried to spend time with her so I’d like her less, but it backfired and I found every possible excuse to touch her. Nothing is enough. I made up the need for us to do inventory just to get her alone, to prove I could resist her and I’ve failed.

?Worse, I don’t care because I don’t want to stop. She’s addictive. When she arches against me, her lips parting from mine, I follow the line of her jaw, licking and kissing until I reach her ear.

?“You’re impossible to resist, Emma. Pure fucking sunshine,” I growl in her ear.

?“Then ... then don’t resist,” she answers.

?Groaning, I snare her lips again, devouring every moan as I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my hips and grinds against me as I take her into the one room-one closet cabin where I store things for the tree farm. I shut the door, accidentally slamming it, then pin her against the wall. I lick along her tongue, feel her heavy panting breaths against my lips, and can’t hold back anymore.

?Not when she sucks my tongue again. I palm her breast in one hand, squeezing, massaging, then shove my hand under her shirt to feel her through her bra. Her nipple’s so hard, her body so responsive. I groan and shove her shirt up to her chin to kiss across her cleavage. She grips the nape of my neck to guide me as I lick over her hard nipple.

?Her hips rub against me again until her feet fall to the floor.

?“Emma, tell me no,” I order sharply.

?“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “Please, Josh.Please.”

?Fuck, she’s so submissive, so perfect, so needy and I want to take care of everything for her, want to show her how good I can make her feel. I continue kissing down her flat belly, licking around her belly button as I cup and squeeze her ass.

?“So much better than my fantasies,” she moans.

?“You’re all wet for me, aren’t you?” I growl before biting the top of her leggings. “You’ve been teasing me with these fucking leggings, your body hugging sweaters, looking so cute that most people don’t notice how sexy you are.”

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