Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I hope I’m like that in my sixties, having crazy hot, middle of the day, need you now sex with a man that I’ve been with for decades. If that man happened to look like Nate, well, that wouldn’t be such a terrible thing.
“This is the nicest Christmas I’ve had in a long time,” I tell him as the final batch of cookies goes into the oven.
“Me, too,” he says softly, his attention focused on putting the perfect number of sprinkles on his snowman cookie. We’re sitting at the island, almost done with our hours of work. My back aches and my feet hurt, but I’ve never felt happier than I do right now with him.
“You said you wanted to be the taste tester.” I take a swipe of frosting from the bowl on my finger and hold it out to him.
Heat flares in his gaze, and he opens his mouth. But before he can enjoy the lick, I dot his nose with the frosting instead.
He growls, “You are in so much trouble.”
I don’t know why those six words in his deep baritone turn me on so much, but my panties dampen. I want to be his kind of trouble.
He grabs the bowl of frosting dipping his thumb into it. I’m up and around the island, scrambling out of reach. But Nate is faster than me, and he quickly corners me between his hard body and the wall.
“Open up,” he insists.
Fair is fair, so I do. Unlike me, he isn’t teasing. Or maybe he is, but it’s a different kind of teasing because he does swipe it across my tongue. I close my lips around his thick digit, sucking on it as the sweet frosting melts in my mouth.
I whimper at the same moment that he swears under his breath. He pulls his thumb free then his lips are crashing against mine. He kisses me like I’m his oxygen, the very thing he needs to breathe.
His hands are squeezing my body, mapping my curves through my clothes. His tongue is tracing my mouth, learning all of the little secret strokes that make me moan.
Every touch is gentle and desperate. We’re both afraid to wake from this beautiful dream, to find that we’re once again lost in a sea of loneliness without the other.
He’s so big, caging me between his body and the wall. With every panting breath, my breasts push up against his chest. My fingers go to his hair, tugging on the short strands. I need more of him. I need us to meld together until we’re one being, one soul sharing a single body.
It’s over too soon, and I blink at the sudden loss of his lips and his touch. I sag weakly against the wall. If the man can kiss like that, I can only imagine what his stamina would be like in bed.
Still rattled, he reaches into the oven. Like me, critical blood flow must have been diverted from his brain to southern regions.
I manage to gasp out, “Mitts!”
He shoves his big hand into one and yanks out the tray. He sets it down with a clatter and turns to me. I expect him to grab me and kiss me again. But he doesn’t. He just stares at me for a long moment, his chest still heaving from our impromptu make-out session. “I want to take you out on a date.”
I run my tongue along my swollen lip. I’m still tingling everywhere. This is not the best frame of mind to be making decisions in. “I’ve kind of sworn off men.”
A pleased expression crosses his face, and he leans in close. “Good. You don’t need a man. You need a cowboy with the stamina to ride all night long.”
Chapter 7
Callie
For our date, Nate and I walk through the Tacky Light Show on Christmas Circle. It’s a neighborhood that does a crazy amount of Christmas lights. At last count, it had over twelve thousand lights and hundreds of decorations.
Danny is with us. He’s strapped in a carrier on Nate’s chest. I love that Nate went out and purchased his own carrier, so he could hold him close.
I also love that he picked a date where Danny and Rudy could come along. We have steaming gingerbread lattes from the Mistletoe Mug, a small coffee shop in town. I love that little place. I met Angel who works there, and she’s the sweetest. I think we could become good friends.
He even got Rudy a puppuccino, and it was so cute to watch him lap up the whipped cream. The cream formed a white mustache on his muzzle that I snapped a picture of on my phone because it made me smile. I do that a lot whenever I’m around Nate and Rudy.
Tonight, we’re not the only ones who had the idea of seeing the Tacky Light Show. There are families milling about along with couples walking hand in hand, a slow murmur of amazement comes from the crowds.