Page 57 of Catching the Mistletoe

“Arabella.”

“What? I’m curious.”

“You’re relentless, is what you are. It’ll happen when it happens.”

“And when’s that gonna be?”

“Soon.”

“You’re a tease.”

“I’m making you feel good, aren’t I?”

The way he smiled at me made me all mushy and happy. “You are.”

“Good.” Kissing me again, he pulled me close, his hands roaming over my body, igniting sparks everywhere he touched. I could have stayed like that all day, but eventually Mack pulled away, swinging his legs out of bed.

My eyes trailed over his naked back, loving the way the muscles rippled as he pulled his shirt on. “Where are you going?”

“You can have the first shower. I’ll get breakfast on. No doubt Evelyn will be here soon to let us know what’s happening today.”

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Ilay in bed, watching the first snow flurries of winter spill in front of the window. Omaha, Nebraska was cold as fuck and there was something delicious about being all toasty warm under the covers with the heater on, knowing it was bitter out there. Until the smell of frying bacon hit me, making my stomach rumble.

“You coming, Arabella?” Mack called from the kitchen.

“I don’t know. Am I?”

“Funny.”

Grinning, I pushed the covers back and got out of bed. Mack was standing at the stove, in black boxer shorts and a fitted tee. My eyes roved over him, drinking him in. When I finally got higher than his shoulders, it was to find him giving me the same treatment. A tendril of heat curled in my belly, making me smile. “I’ve got time for a shower, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

He turned back to the stove, flipping the bacon over.

“Oh, no!”

“What is it?” He shot me a look, a concerned frown on his face. Fucking adorable.

I gave him my best wide eyed, innocent, -butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth- look. “I forgot to lock the bathroom door.”

The frown faded, replaced by a wicked glint that had my stomach flipping over. “You’re not even in there yet.”

“Just saying.”

Two minutes later, I was in the shower, my eyes closed as the hot water poured over me. Of course, I was expecting Mack to pick up what I was putting down and get on in here with me. The mere thought of that had my core clenching. But he didn’t. What the fuck? I washed and rinsed my hair, soaped my body, all the while imagining Mack’s hands on me. Fuck, Arabella, you need to get a grip. But I couldn’t help it. Mack was so sexy and sweet and funny and broody and, yeah, he was driving me wild. Just when I was starting to wonder if I should take care of myself, I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. My eyes flew open and my heart leapt.

His eyes roved over me, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Back at ya.”

He didn’t even strip off, just stepped under the shower fully clothed. Before I had a chance to wonder what the fuck that was about, he was pulling me into his arms and capturing my lips in a deep, drugging kiss. He was hard and hungry and I felt lightheaded with anticipation. Pressing me back against the shower wall, he pinned me there, his tongue tangling with mine, his cock pulsing against me.

“Jesus, Mack.”

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