Page 112 of Seal the Deal

“Say it again,” he whispers against my lips.

I laugh softly, feeling the emotion bubbling inside me. “I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

His kiss deepens, consuming me, and the last of the tension between us dissolves. There’s nothing left but us, wrapped in the quiet of falling snow and the overwhelming sense of rightness.

“God, I love hearing you say that.”

“Well, get used to it. I plan on saying it a lot.”

“You better.” He pulls me onto his lap, the water sloshing around us. His lips skim along my neck, breath warm against my skin. “I never thought it’d feel this good, knowing you love me too.”

My hands slide up to cup his face, capturing his mouth in another deep, needy kiss. I feel him press up towards me, and we move together, the water lapping around us as the kiss intensifies.

“Show me how much you love me,” I murmur, gripping his shoulders.

His hands glide down my back, unclipping my bikini top in one fluid motion. With equal ease, he slips off my bottoms and his shorts, leaving nothing between us.

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts me to the edge of the hot tub, the cold air biting my skin. His possessive gaze roves over me, as if I’m the only thing in his world.

Maybe I am. Maybe I always have been.

“You’re stunning,” he rasps, reverence in his voice. “Mine. Every single part of you.”

“Jake,” I whisper, trying to reach for him.

“Spread your legs,” he orders. I can feel the intensity dripping beneath his words as I let my legs fall open.

Kissing a trail up my inner thigh, he reaches my center and takes a long, languid stroke with his tongue.I let out a soft moan, gripping the edge of the tub as my body arches toward him.

“I love you,” he mutters against me, lips teasing my clit. “And I love this fucking pussy.” He latches on again, his tongue moving in tandem with his fingers like I’m some kind of sacred ritual he’s unwilling to rush. “I’m gonna worship you every day for the rest of my life.”

Pulling back again, he floats over to rest against the other side of the tub. His eyes lock on mine, and his lips curl. “Now come sit.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Come sit. Right here.” He taps his lips with his fingers, making damn sure I know exactly what he means.

I stare at him, my thoughts scattering.

“Charlie, I said come sit on my face. I want you on my tongue—now.”

I hesitate, letting out a nervous laugh. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” His hands slide up to my thighs, tugging me gently. “Don’t be a brat. Sit. I wanna taste you.”

I scoff. “I’m not killing you on Christmas Eve.”

“If that’s how I go, it’ll be the best damn Christmas present I’ve ever received.” His tone softens, a trace of humor in it. “Now, get over here.”

I take a deep breath, then move toward him. He guides me into place, and I hover, nerves alight. But his hands grip my thighs, pulling me down toward him with no hesitation.

“You’re gonna tell me how much you love me while you ride my face.”

Before I can respond, he’s on me, his tongue finding its rhythm, dragging desperate, unfiltered sounds from my lips.

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