Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.” He glances down.
“We’ve been over this. You won’t.” I lean up and kiss him. “But if you’re worried …” I push at his chest.
He groans and rolls over, pulling me on top of him. I like it this way. Hell, I like it however I can get it, but sliding down on him, taking him so deep that it curls my toes--this is pure heaven.
I ride him until my body starts to shake. Charles grips my hips, his palms roaming to my ass to feel each time I grind down on him.
“So goddamn sexy,” he grates out, then reaches up and tweaks my nipples. They’re so sensitive now that I can’t take anymore.
With a cry, I come. Bearing down on him, I let myself go, my mouth shouting my pleasure as I ride my release. He joins me with a shout, his body straining as he tenses and shoots inside of me, giving me everything until we’re both lying in a sweaty heap.
He strokes my hair from my brow. “I’m pretty sure we just made the naughty list this year.”
“If we didn’t, then I think we should try again.” I move my hips, loving the feel of him still inside me.
“Woman, you’re going to wear me out.”
I lean up and kiss him again, low and slow. I’ve never felt so safe, so loved, and so wanted.
EPILOGUE 2
AURORA
Christmas 4 Years Later
The timer goes off right when I sing the high note of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas.” I don’t stop, but I do hit the timer and open the oven.
“Smells eat!” Vivian toddles into the kitchen with Clover at her heels.
“It’s not ready yet, baby.” Clover takes Vivian’s hand. “And trust me, Aunt Aurora’s chocolate cake is worth the wait.”
“Soon, baby.” I bend down and kiss Vivian’s forehead. “Once it’s cooled off, we can do the icing together, okay?”
“‘Kay.” Vivian’s eyes flick back to the oven, but she lets Clover lead her from the kitchen. After all, the promise of cake can get anyone moving.
Diego strides in, a turkey in one hand.
“You got one!” I take the cakes from the oven and set the pans on the stove.
“You always act surprised. I’m a killer, songbird.” He kisses me and smacks my ass as he passes through to the courtyard.
“Yeah, yeah, so big and tough,” I call as he comes back, sans turkey, and washes his hands.
“I am big and tough.” He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
I can still feel the chill from outside wafting from him. “Is it snowing again?”
“Yes.”
“I hope Santa can find us through the storm.” I turn and face him, then press my hands to his cool cheeks.
“Santa can always find his way.” He slides his palms down my sides and grips my ass. “Just like I can.”
“Naughty.” I giggle as he lifts me and carries me toward our room. I squirm. “Jude’s napping.”
“I know. I just checked on the app. He’s out. So, I figure you and I can have a little mommy/daddy time in the loft.”
“You planned this abduction?” I try to act scandalized, but when he slides his hands lower and his fingertips graze along my sex, I shudder with need.
“I always planned on abducting you, songbird. Caging you here and never letting you go.”
“You’re a bad man, Diego.” I lean up and nibble his lip.
“You have no idea.” He takes the steep stairs to the loft two at a time and drops me onto the feather bed. “I’m going to do bad things to you, my little one. Are you ready?”
With a sly smile, I pull down my sweats and my panties, then open for him.
His low groan sets me on fire. “Shirt off now,” he grunts.
I strip that off and toss it into our pile of clothes as he covers me with his body. Skin to skin, this is the way we were meant to be.
With a quick thrust, he takes me. I wrap myself around him, awash in pleasure as he hits all my spots just right. He knows. He always knows just what I like. Reaching behind me, he pulls me up from the mattress, leveraging me as he thrusts into me.
My body tingles at each impact, and I can feel myself winding tighter and tighter.
“Sing for me.” He licks his thumb and rubs my clit. It’s my kryptonite.
I come on a shuddering moan, my eyes locked with his as keeps pounding deep and hard. When I’m almost spent, he surges even deeper and lets loose, which sets me off again. We come together, our pleasure ebbing and flowing until we’re both panting and kissing, our love binding us together.
Once I can think again, Diego pulls me onto his chest and strokes down my back. God, I love this. The afterglow always lingers and makes me feel light as air.