Page 12 of Curvy Christmas Magic for the Mountain Man
I go straight home after lunch with Tyson and take a shower to wash off the grime from the day. Throwing on a pair of dark jeans, I stare at my closet trying to figure out what shirt I should wear. It's annoying that I give a shit about how I look for her when she's clearly not even interested in me. I pick out one of my less beat-up blue plaid shirts and head out the door.
Pulling into Celia's driveway, I sit in the truck's cab for a couple of minutes, trying to calm my nerves. Even though I am convinced that she has zero interest in me, I am still buzzing from knowing I'm about to see her again.
Damn, I have it bad.
Part of me wants to just drive away, save myself from whatever awkward conversation we're about to have. But thelarger part of me, the part that's been missing her like crazy for the past day, refuses to leave without seeing her face again.
I knock on Celia's door, and it swings open. My breath catches in my throat when I catch sight of her. She wears a curve-hugging sweater over a pair of dark jeans and looks absolutely gorgeous.
Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, "You look beautiful."
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Celia
While I mix the mac and cheese as the oven preheats, nerves fill my body. I hope I'm dressed okay. All day long, I have been thinking of Soren nonstop, worried that I offended him somehow, but also acknowledging the fact that I have a raging crush on the man.
I've changed outfits three times today, finally settling on this curve-hugging sweater that makes me feel confident but not like I'm trying too hard. The truth is, I have no idea what tonight is going to bring. Is this just dinner between friends? Is he going to tell me he can't help me anymore? The uncertainty is killing me, but I know I had to reach out to him. The way he left yesterday felt so wrong, so abrupt.
Hearing the crunch of tires on my driveway, I peek out the window and see Soren's truck pulling up out front. I slide the mac and cheese into the oven and set the timer for forty-five minutes. Smoothing down my sweater, I take a deep breath and open the door.
The mountain man stands before me, gorgeous in a blue flannel, and my body heats as his eyes travel down my body. When he tells me I look beautiful, my heart does this little flutter thing that makes me feel like a teenager again. All the worry and anxiety from the past day melt away at that moment.
Without a thought in my head, I rise to my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around the gorgeous mountain man's neck and press my lips against his, hungry for his touch. Soren's muscular arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and he lifts me off my feet as he steps inside, kicking the door closed behind him. He continues to hold me like that as our mouths explore each other's.
He then places me back on the floor. Taking a few steps back, I peel off my sweater and reveal my lacy bra underneath. I swear I hear a growl in the back of his throat as he follows me, unbuttoning his shirt. I climb the stairs backwards, unhooking my bra and flinging it over the railing. Soren's face breaks out into a hungry grin as he chases me up the stairs. Giggling, I run into my room and quickly peel off my pants while he throws his shirt to the floor and undoes his jeans.
Flopping down onto the bed, I open my legs for him, and he doesn't bother taking his pants all the way off as he climbs above me, sliding his thick cock into my throbbing pussy. Soren's rough hands grab my wrists, and he pins them above my head as he fucks me with a fervor that sends sparks of electricity to my clit. I wrap my bare legs around him, helping him enter me deeper as he thrusts into me, our lovemaking loud with our bodies slapping against each other.
I moan out his name when my body succumbs to the orgasm. His hands release my wrists, and he gathers me into a tight bear hug, pressing his lips against mine while he comes with a violent shudder, moaning into my mouth.
"Goddamn," he breathes after a moment.
We lie there, spent, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Resting my chin on his hairy chest, I stare into his dark brown eyes.
"I'm sorry if I said something that made you angry," I whisper.
He looks at me, giving me a small smile. "I was just worried that I was falling for you, but you weren't seeing me in that way."
Giggling, I kiss his bearded chin. "Well, I hope just now proved how hard I've fallen for you."
My heart feels like it might burst with happiness. All this time, we've been worried about the same thing. We were afraid the other person didn't feel the same way. It's almost laughable how we've been dancing around each other, too scared to make the first move until circumstances forced our hands.
Soren smiles, lifting me to his face, and we kiss, sweaty and naked, on top of my covers.
Later, as we get dressed and head downstairs, I can't stop smiling. Everything feels different now, lighter somehow. The air between us has shifted from uncertainty to possibility, and I love the way Soren keeps reaching for my hand or brushing his fingers against my arm as we move around the kitchen.
The mac and cheese, salad, and wine are perfect after our intense lovemaking. I enjoy watching Soren's eyes roll back as he savors the richness of the food. When we finish, we curl up on the couch in front of the fire, with the Christmas tree's lights twinkling beside the fireplace. I rest my head against his firm shoulder, feeling cozy and like I've finally found my person.
"I can't believe we almost missed this," I whisper against his chest. "Because we were both too chicken to say how we really felt."
Soren chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek. "Well, we're here now. That's what matters."
I tilt my head up to look at him, and the warmth in his eyes makes my stomach do happy little flips.
"Yeah, we are."
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