We still argue about tinsel.
He still insists on chopping wood shirtless because“it drives bookings.”
We kiss in the pantry.
We dance in the snow.
We decorate with enough lights to be visible from orbit.
We’re not perfect.
But hell if we aren’thappy.
I cross the kitchen to him and smile, running my fingertips down the chiseled planes of his torso. He’s a work of art. I’ve never seen a man so defined, so drop-dead sexy.
His hand curls around my neck, his tongue nudging past my lips as I feel his cock pressing between my thighs. “Missed you today.”
“Mm,” I sigh, pushing his worn jeans past his hips. “You were just in the workshop, not across Copper County or anything.”
“It was too far,” he husks against my neck.
His hand fists in the waistband of my panties and pulls, the familiar ripping sound filling the space between us. “Soaked for me, little snowflake?”
He runs two cool fingers through my pussy, sending shudders of arousal through my veins. “Yesss.”
“Good girl.” He sinks two fingers inside me, fucking me with his hand for a few strokes before his fingers are replaced by the tip of his thick cock.
“Oh God…” I gasp as he leans me against the marble countertop and slides into me fully, clutching the breadth of his back as I hold on. His thrusts are slow and steady, angled with precision while he sucks my nipple in torturous strokes.
“Were you waiting for my hands, my tongue on your skin?”
I shake my head, gripping my stubborn bones. “No.”
“Bullshit. You were wet when I walked in. You were thinking about me, weren’t you, my sexy tinsel girl?”
I shake my head again, refusing to let him see how true his words are.
“You deserve a punishment for lying,” he mutters, spinning me and propping my hips in the air.
One soft smack lands on my right cheek.
Another. Then another. The sting of his palm gives way to a gentle, soothing stroke.
“Your ass looks beautiful with my handprint on it.”
I groan, wiggling my hips to show him I want more without speaking.
“Mm, you like it, pretty girl?” He smacks my other cheek, then grabs my hips and slides into me again in one smooth motion.
“Nash…” I moan, loving the new angle.
“Yeah, sweet girl? Tell me what’s on your mind.” One hand slips between my thighs, his fingers kneading my clit.
“I… I can’t. It’s too much.” I hum just as he draws an orgasm from my body. “Everything about you completely consumes me.”
“Good—that’s exactly how I want you. Ruined for all other men.” His thrusts falter, then intensify erratically, his rock-steady thighs trembling as an earth-shattering release rumbles through him. Caveman growls vibrate from his chest. Hearing him cum is the sexiest sound I can imagine, and knowing I’m the one to push him over the edge sends me higher than anything I’ve ever felt. Bringing this gorgeous, powerful man to his knees is almost spiritual.
His hands glide up the curve of my back, cupping my cheek and turning my face so he can catch my eyes. “You’re my life now, baby, you and this little one.”
