Page 30 of Special Delivery Cowboy
He looked at me for a long moment. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Say exactly what I need to hear."
“Right back ‘atcha.”
He kissed me—soft and grateful—and I melted against him.
By afternoon, cookies covered every surface. We settled on the couch with Twinkle sprawled between us, the fire crackling, Christmas tree lights twinkling.
"Hey," TJ said. "Want to try the hot tub?"
"In this cold?"
"Best time. Trust me."
Twenty minutes later, we hurried out to the deck in thick robes we found hanging in the master bedroom closet.
Snow was still falling, wind gusting hard.
TJ lifted the cover. Steam rose in thick plumes. "Perfect,” he grinned.
I dropped my robe and climbed in fast, the cold biting before I sank into the heat. TJ followed, and we both sighed.
"Holy hell," I breathed. "This is heaven."
"Told you."
Snow fell around us, landing on our hair and shoulders before melting. The world was silent except for bubbling water and wind through trees.
"This is surreal," I said. "Yesterday I was heartbroken. Today I'm in a hot tub on Christmas with a handsome cowboy."
"You think I'm handsome?"
"Fishing for compliments?"
"Maybe."
I moved closer, water swirling. "You know you are."
He lifted me onto his lap in one smooth motion. Water sloshed over the edge. I straddled him, fingers gripping his shoulders, his palms at my hips. He kissed me—deep and hungrythis time—and his touch roamed up my back, down to cup my ass, pressing me closer. I felt his length harden beneath me.
The water made everything slow and sensual. I rolled my hips and he groaned.
"You're killing me."
"Good."
His hands cupped my breasts under the water, thumbs brushing my nipples until they were tight. When he lowered his head and took one in his mouth, I gasped.
"Please."
"What do you need?"
"You. Now."
He positioned himself at my entrance. I lifted slightly, then sank down slowly, taking him in.
