Page 86 of Bad Boy Bachelor Christmas
I wrapped an arm behind his neck. “I love you, too.”
We went down on the bed together, him still behind me, and he laid me flat on my stomach and took me from behind. I muffled my cries in the blankets, which quickly became bunched up and messy beneath me.
When he rolled me onto my back, I wrapped my legs around his waist and encouraged his thrusts with my heels, silently telling him just how I liked it. The muscles in his shoulders stood at attention, as did the tendons and veins in his forearms, and I found myself tracing them with my fingertips, marveling at the fact that this man was mine to love, and I was his.
How could a month change so many things?
North cupped the back of my head and kissed me deeply. I clung to him, and when his rhythm quickened we broke our kiss and I pressed my teeth to the swell of his shoulder to stop myself from crying out as he drove in deep and hard. I came in a rush. Euphoria spilled through me. His climax followed shortly after, and we both fell apart, breathless and sweaty, to lay on our backs and pant up at his ceiling.
“Good thing I came back, huh?” I managed between labored breaths.
North rolled onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. His cock still reached for his navel, hard and proud. I tried not to stare. I wasn’t sure I could take any more.
“I’d have come to Portland eventually.”
Laughing, I asked, “Oh really?”
“Either out of sheer heartbreak or because Cami would ship me across the country unconscious and deliver me to your front door.”
I laughed harder. “The crazy thing? I can actually see her doing that.”
“And charging it to Justin’s credit card.”
Snickering, I leaned in for more kisses. “Why are we talking about those bozos when we’re both still naked and have lost time to make up for?”
He wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me to him effortlessly, holding me close to his body. “Good question. Where to next? Shower or jacuzzi?”
“You have a jacuzzi? You just keep getting better and better, North Waylon.”
CHAPTER39
NORTH
“Where is she?” Cami hurried past me at the bottom of the staircase, a collection of helium-filled balloons dancing over her shoulder as she went. “We still have time, right?”
I checked my phone. “Fifteen minutes, people! Birthday girl is here in fifteen minutes!”
“Crap!” Cami picked up her pace and disappeared around the corner. Seconds later, I heard her barking orders.
With no notice at all, I’d contacted close friends and townsfolk and told them that Winter’s party was back on. Only this time it wasn’t a farewell party, it was a birthday party, and we were throwing it all together in less than four hours.
Somehow, I’d managed to talk Winter into leaving the house this afternoon, sending her off to run some errands and meet up with a prospective client who needed their house remodeled. Justin had helped me make it happen, and Winter left excited with her portfolio under her arm.
She thought she’d be coming home to dinner for the two of us and a slow, easy evening at home before getting ready to fly to Portland the day after tomorrow, but that wasn’t the case. Tonight would be all about celebratingher.
Marge came through the front door with snow in her hair and bags of ice in hand. “Where do you want these?”
“Kitchen,” I said.
“Is Maurice here?”
I shook my head. “He’s in Montreal with the family. People have been bringing appetizers. Potluck style. Just throw the bags in the freezer for cocktails.”
Marge hurried on past, and I heard her and Cami meet in the kitchen. Their voices carried almost all the way through the whole damn house.
Justin sauntered in next, and he had bottles of liquor in brown paper bags. He and I went into the dining room to set up the bar.
“Do you think she has any idea?” he asked as he turned labels to face outward.
