Page 21 of The Grinch and His Curvy Christmas Miracle
I swallow the sound and keep kissing her. Keep taking.
She fits there. Like she belongs.
Small and warm and already under my skin.
“Nikki,” I growl, rough against her lips, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Her hands move up my chest. Trembling.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I do. I want—”
She falters. Then finishes it anyway.
“I want you.”
That breaks me.
I lift her without effort.
She wraps around me. Legs tight. Breath fast.
The bed is only steps away. I cross the distance in seconds.
Lower her down.
She lands softly, eyes wide, mouth still pink from our kiss.
I hover above her, arms braced. Everything inside me tight as wire.
“Nikki,” I say, voice low and shaking, “if I keep going, I won’t stop at just a kiss. You have to be sure.”
She reaches up. Fingers curl around my jaw.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
My pulse kicks hard. Every muscle in me locks down to keep from crushing her.
She asked. She meant it.
No fear. No games.
I lower my mouth close to hers, breathing her in.
“Sweetheart,” I murmur, “I’m not the gentle kind of mistake.”
“You’re not a mistake,” she says.
Something in me breaks wide open.
Chapter 5
Ryder
Ikissheragain.
Slow at first. Then deeper. Hungrier.
My hand slides along her thigh as she arches into me with a soft, desperate sound that nearly undoes me.
