Page 36 of The Christmas Cover Rule
Relief washes over her face, and I want to kiss those lips. “I want to spend this Christmas and every Christmas that you’ll have me with you.”
“I want them all with you, too, Jonas.” There’s a sheen in her eyes, the same one that was there this morning, and it’s so beautiful, I vow right now to always do everything I can to put that look on her face.
Keeping a hold of her face, I lower my mouth to hers, and her lips meet mine without pause. It’s a kiss that echoes all the words we just shared, sure and without question. Her hands cup the back of my neck, holding me to her in her own silent way of reassuring me that this is where she wants to be. Where she’s meant to be. My chest aches with how hard I’ve fallen for her, and I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “I love you, Stella.”
Her eyes are wide in disbelief, but her lips curl when a soft laugh escapes her. “Is this insane?”
“No more crazy than pretending to date someone you just met on an airplane,” I say, pressing my lips to hers again.
She wraps her hands around my wrists still holding her face, and she smiles, whispering against my mouth, “I love you, too, Jonas.”
That ache in my chest morphs into something I’ve never felt before, and it feels like I’m breathing fully for the first time.
I brush a gentle kiss to her forehead, closing my eyes at the contact.
This night with her is everything for me.
CHAPTER 20
stella
“Stella?”
“I’m in the bath,” I call out, just as Jonas’s head pokes through the bathroom door. He enters in nothing more than those too-short running shorts and a wicked-as-sin grin.
“Should I get out?” I ask, standing from the bath, letting the water trail down my body.
“Fuck no,” he groans, pulling down his shorts in one rough motion. “Sit on the edge.”
The stone edge around the tub is cool when I sit, but not nearly cool enough to tame the heat in my core when Jonas stalks forward, and drops to his knees in front of me.
His eyes bore into mine when I part my legs for him, and his muscled frame fits snug between my legs.
A groan rumbles from the back of his throat, but he doesn’t look away when he says, “Wider.”
My mouth parts, followed by my legs, and I expose all of myself to him. The rays of sunlight pouring through the bathroom window douse my body, and his jaw clenches as he sinks down in front of me.
“This might be your best look yet.”
“On my knees?”
“Between my legs.”
Without warning, the flat of his tongue drags through my opening, and the whole of his mouth suctions around my clit. Even though we did this all night, and again this morning, it still feels just as electrifying as it did the first time, and I push my hips forward, riding out my pleasure against his face.
He makes me come twice with his mouth and once with just the head of his pierced cock against my clit, before he moves us to the showers, pins me against the wall, and fucks me from behind.
The warm sandshifts beneath my feet as cool waves lap against my ankles. I close my eyes, dropping my head back, letting the late morning sun kiss my face.
For someone who wasn’t looking forward to spending another Christmas on the beach, I sure am sad to be leaving. Kids are already up and running through the water, everyone has started setting up their chairs and towels for the day, and I instinctively scan the beach for just one person.
I feel him before I see him. His expensive, seductive scent engulfs me from behind, and I smile when he buries his face in my neck and breathes a kiss there. One large arm wraps around me, offering an iced coffee from the place he runs by every morning. I take it just as he presses his lips to my skin once more.
“Thank you,” I say, turning around. “How did your call go?”
Neither of us has brought up the mishap at the wedding, but I still get flashes of his defeated face in my mind sometimes, and every time it crushes me, the same way it did that night.
“Surprisingly well.”
