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“That’s not a thing.” She snaps me a look and bites back a laugh. “Sorry. Just no.”
“Seriously?” I grin. “Book boyfriends are allowed but book girlfriends aren’t?”
“And what exactly would a book girlfriend do that a regular girlfriend doesn’t?”
I consider the answer to this very tricky question, then decide the diner and my voucher for a free pie will have to wait. Before she can protest, I scoop her up and toss her onto my shoulder like the sassy heroine she is.
She laughs, boots dangling. “Nick, what are you doing?”
“A book girlfriend would love this. She’d giggle, kick, and pretend to be mad, all the while falling in love with me.”
“You skipped a few chapters,” she chides playfully.
“I didn’t skip anything,” I laugh. “I’m efficient.”
The snow crunches beneath my boots, and though there aren’t many folks out on the street, the few that are give looks that show concern. I figure Evie must be grinning because no one comes after me. Good thing too. I’m a book boyfriend. A big, brooding, mysterious, pain in the ass who doesn’t take no for an answer, and right about now, I wouldn’t let Santa himself stop me from showing Evie just how real this story is going to get.
Chapter Nine
Evie
We’re barely inside the bookstore before my reindeer sweater is hanging on the edge of the science fiction shelf and Nick’s pants are on the floor beside it. I don’t know what I’m doing. On one hand, I never want him to leave. On the other hand, I don’t really know the guy.
“You okay?” He slides off his shirt, firm rippling muscles shifting in the dim twinkling light as he moves.
This can’t be real. I was joking about the book boyfriend thing but maybe there’s some truth to it. This year has been weird. I could’ve totally lost my mind in there somewhere and created the perfect brooding man for funzies.
“Yeah, totally fine. Just… freaking out. That’s all. No big deal.”
He smiles and brushes the pad of his rough thumb over my cheek. “We don’t have to do this.”
“No.” My eyes widen. “I want to do this.Believe me.I’ve been thinking about climbing you since the tree lighting. I just… it’s, ugh, I’ve never.” The words trail off, but he doesn’t speak so I keep going like a rambling idiot. “I mean, I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, and I didn’t want you to feel like you had to stay or make this some big thing. I just… I’ve never felt this safe with anyone so quickly, and it’sprobably all in my head because of hormones or something, but I’m a virgin.”
Oh my God! Someone kill me! No one had to know that! I could’ve played it cool!
He bites back a smile. “Damn. I knew you were young, but I wasn’t expecting this.”
“I’m sorry.” I shift back. “This is weird. We should—”
“Nope.” He holds me in place, his hands on my shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere. We don’t have to have sex. We can wait as long as you want, but I need to tell you something.”
“Okay…” I hold my breath as I wait for his words.
He tilts his gaze down then up again slowly, his fingertips brushing through my hair as he says, “I came out here expecting to hunt, then you walked up in that cute little chicken sweater, and I knew trouble was coming. I didn’t want to play Santa. I didn’t want a date with some random woman. I wantedyou.I wanted you the second I saw you, and every second since then has been better and better. You woke me up, and you make me laugh. You make me want a family, a home. Now I know I don’t have a right to say any of this, we’ve only known each other a couple of days, but I’ve never felt this sure in my life.” His voice is steady but raw, and I feel the weight he’s put on each word like it’s armor that he’s lying down beside us. “I don’t expect anything from you. We don’t have to do this now. I just wanted you to know how I felt and I knew it wouldn’t be easy to say.”
I want to tell him I love him. I want to jump into his arms and disappear forever. I want to know what it’s like to love someone and never have to say goodbye, but I need to slow down. I need to keep my head on straight.
Ineedto feel his hands on my skin, his breath on my neck, his heartbeat steady against mine.
Tipping up onto my toes, I lean into his lips. It’s soft at first, his hands settling at my waist, his massive cock pokingat my stomach. Somewhere around that time is when the kiss deepens. It’s hard to say exactly when because the world around me is a blurry flush of emotion and touch.
His sandpaper hands, his hot tongue, my pussy spread wide, his beard scrubbing against my thighs, the growl in this throat as he licks every shivering convulsion my muscles produce.
“Look at this pretty little body, spread out for me to do whatever I’d like.” Nick leans up from between my legs, his beard glistening with my pleasure. “Can you get on your knees for me, little one? I need to feel your hot mouth on my cock.”
My fingers trace the cut lines in his stomach as I bend to the ground, gripping his hard cock in my fist. He’s even bigger than I thought he was through the velvet Santa pants. I didn’t realize that was possible, but here I am, unable to get my fingers around his girth, unsure of how I’ll ever fit him inside of me.
His erection bobs at my mouth and I run my tongue up the back before taking him into my throat. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’ve seen enough porn to guess what might feel good, so I go with that.
