Page 51 of Single Dad's Christmas Cookie

“I’m really glad you found me too.” She barely glanced at me. She smiled and stared into the fire.

I didn’t bother to try to stop myself as I reached out and swept her hair back so that I could look at her in the soft glow, in the soft, warm glow. “I heard what Amelia said.”

“What did Amelia say? She has said a lot of things tonight.”

“About your being a Christmas present.”

Her eyes flashed up and met mine. A look of surprise spread across her face as her mouth formed a perfect O. I leaned in and claimed those lips.

She moaned softly, not pulling away from me.

“Do you know what I want for Christmas?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

She bit her lip and shook her head.

I liked that she was unable to speak. I liked that I flustered her to the point of not being able to think clearly. She absolutely fuddled my brain into scrambled eggs.

“I want you to be my Christmas present. I want to unwrap you on Christmas morning.”

“You want to tuck me in a box and leave me under the tree?” She gave me a wicked smile.

“You’re funny. No, I want you under me.”

She turned her head and looked at Amelia in shock. “Your daughter is right there.”

“She’s asleep,” I pointed out.

I stroked my knuckle down the side of her cheek and traced down her neck. I loved the way she looked in my clothes. They hugged all of her curves, showing off her ample breasts and gorgeous ass.

“You know, I could unwrap you right now, if you’d let me.”

“Not with her right there,” Nova answered.

“My bedroom is upstairs.”

“It’ll be cold,” she complained.

“Not that cold. Besides, I have a thick comforter. I’ll keep you warm.”

“Is that a promise?”

I stood and held out my hand. She slid her palm against mine. It should not have been so sensuous, but my groin instantly tightened at the touch of our hands. I pulled her to her feet.

“Come with me. Find out.” I didn’t let go of her as I led her up the stairs. She didn’t seem nervous in the dark hallway.

Or even in the dark of my bedroom. The air was noticeably cooler, but my skin was burning.

Cupping my hand around her head, I pulled Nova to me. Her lips slid over mine in a dance that felt right. She belonged here with me. She was mine.

I needed to feel her skin against mine. I stopped the kiss long enough to pull my own top layers off. We held each other’s gaze for a few heart beats, and then I was helping her to pull the sweatshirt over her head. I stopped pulling on the fabric when her arms were tangled up, over her head.

Her breasts lifted and pressed against me in invitation. Leaving her arms captive, I lowered my lips to taste the soft skin of the swell of her breasts. With a primal groan, I wrapped my hands over her bra, grasping her, wishing my hands were bigger so I could fit all of her into my palms.

She managed to get rid of the shirt somehow, because it wasn’t long before her fingers were twisting in my hair, clutching me to her.

I teased one nipple through the thin fabric, first with the scrape of my teeth, and then with swipes of my thumb. Desperate to have that growing bud in my mouth against my tongue, I pulled the fabric aside.

“Bryan, stop, you’ll ruin my bra.”

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