Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Oh… Christmas Tree,” I blurt before I can stop myself.
He stills, lips hovering at my jaw, a wicked smile curving against my skin. “Did you just substitute a carol for my name?”
Heat floods my face. “It’s the environment!”
He laughs, the sound dark and rich, vibrating against me. “Competing with Christmas lore, huh? Guess I’ll have to work harder to make you forget the lyrics.”
The sleigh banks into the forest, swallowed by shadow. I swear it’s intentional—the darkness, the privacy. His fingers toy with the laces of his leather pants, and I bite down on my lip.
“So the reindeer just… ignore whatever’s going on back here?”
His grin could melt glaciers. He lets out a low whistle—soft, hypnotic—and the air itself seems to hum. The melody wraps around us, isolating us in a pocket of enchanted silence.
“No one can hear you now,” he says.
My heart kicks. “You mean… they can’t hear me say your name?”
His eyes glint with something wicked. “No. I meant they won’t stop when they hear you scream it.”
The sleigh doesn’t slow. Neither do we. The night swallows the rest. We have a moment, a stare off as if he’s asking permission. I nod and then his moves.
I'm lost when he pulls me down against the large seat, tugging my pants down while I work the front of his. His hands are already working, between my thighs, his palm presses against me before warm fingers slide inside me, prepping me, readying me. He plays me with his fingertips the way he plays the music with his mouth, the way he demands worship with every damn thing he does. He's a menacing sexy man of dark chaos and magical promises, whispers you're afraid to believe, hope for moments you don’t dare wish for. I'm drowning in his deep kiss again when he presses into me.
My mouth parts at the invasion and then, all I feel is a sinking heat between my thighs pulsing with the song around me in perfect cadence to the way his hips rock into me deeper and deeper. I cling onto him for control long lost, long ago given away.
"Let go with me." He commands it. My body gives in as waves of ecstasy pour out of me. A cry builds up in my throat, he swallows it with his kiss, his hips rocking so hard that I have to grab his shoulders to hold on. The sky explodes in a fireworks overhead, cliché and yet not as we both find our release, the light above illuminates his gorgeous features, his full lips. I start to get up, with a frown he pushes me back down. "Charlie, I'm a man with a large appetite. How dare you deprive me of my dessert." And then his head is gone, and so am I as he disappears between my thighs, a brief brush of the blanket and then his mouth licks from one thigh to the other. I'm in heaven. This is heaven. I'm gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
STETSON
Iwatch her beautiful face as she sleeps.
She looks so innocent. So peaceful. There’s none of the distress that crosses her face when she thinks no one’s looking. Charlie looks pretty damn perfect from this view.
I should tell her. I know I should.
Did the ground shift? Fad’ir asked.
I knew why.
He knows. He can tell. She’s the one, she’s mine. He just had to make it impossible for me to pull away, he knows the magic of the night and what it would do to Charlie, to both of us, if we went out on the sleigh. It’s a test. Will I follow my heart or my brain?
Will I obey our family’s laws, our magic? Or ignore it completely.
I glance back down at Charlie. God she’s perfect in every way. Damn it! Why her? Why now? Why?
I’m hooked. I’m completely screwed. I knew it the moment I learned her name, the moment it fell from my lips, I tempted fate by asking her to sign the clause then thought I could what? Just handle it? Roll with the punches and say goodbye?
As soon as I was inside her, she was mine. It was like a light exploded in my head and she was all I saw and all I wanted. Never, never in all my life have I felt the way I did with her having sex.
I’ve had my share of women.
I’m not an innocent virgin saving myself for the perfect Mrs. Claus. I’m a man with a healthy appetite in all ways of the world. And I’ve tried everything the world has to offer. No one… not one woman has ever made me feel this way. And frankly, it scares the shit out of me.
Even holding her like this, cuddling her naked body next to mine in this sleigh is overwhelming. I don’t understand it. It’s even more of a ferocious need than the one that came over me when I stopped the polar bear.