“Nova,” he says again, but it’s not a warning this time. It’s a plea to put him out of his misery.
I don’t answer with words. I shove the heavy flaps of his shirt out of my way, my palms flattening against his warm skin. I slide my hands up, over the dense curve of his pecs, feeling his heart hammering against my right palm. I trace the line of his collarbone, the solid strength of his shoulders. As I explore freely, a low groan rumbles around in his chest.
I look down at him, at this man who fills my vision and my world. His eyes are wild, and his big body is laid bare for me, trembling under my touch.
There is no one else.
I want Mason. I want himbadly.
For the first time in years, I won’t be greedy and silently plead for a thousand things this Christmas. No, this time, it’ll be just him. Justthis.
With only a couple more hours left before the holiday hits, there’s only one way to find out if I’ll be getting a present or not this year.
6
Mason
This isn’t happening. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell I’ve got an angel on my lap, cuddling up to me like she wants to suck up every ounce of heat I’ve got to offer.
How in the hell did things turn out this way? Could it really be happening? Even with her mouth currently on mine, her fingers tugging at my hair, and such sweet sounds leaving her lips, there’s no other way to explain what this is.
As I deepen the kiss, coaxing her tongue to join mine, her touch begins to explore. One hand slides up, slowly, dragging over the pounding rhythm of my heart. Her touch is a trail of fire, scorching a path upwards, over the frantic pulse at the base of my throat.
Her fingers find my neck, and her touch is feather light. Can she feel my pulse thumping? I’m so dizzy in everything that isher, I wouldn’t be surprised if she broke away in concern.
My hands slide from her hips up her back, pulling her flush against me until not a sliver of space remains. I angle my head, deepening the kiss, and my tongue explores to see the depth of how far the sweetness runs.
Breaking apart for air, her head drops to my forehead. Scooching impossibly closer, she continues touching however she pleases, not giving a damn about what kind of damage she’s doing to someone like me.
“I love how big you are.” Murmuring the words against my throat, her compliment has my cock weeping.
At this rate, I’m going to make a fucking mess, and it’s all this woman’s fault. She keeps rubbing like she can’t get enough of the friction.
While I’m letting her touch me freely, I’ve been trying to be respectful. Yet, the longer I leave her doing as she pleases, the more I want to let myself do whatever I want.
Leaning down to kiss me once more, her little sighs of pleasure continue to feed me until she gets dizzy enough to pull back.
The air leaves me in awhooshas she rests back against my knees. Flushed from the tip of her nose down past the neckline of her shirt, two fine points greet me in a welcoming wave. She’s a vision I have no business wanting this much, and yet I do—so badly it aches.
My mouth floods, and my fingers twitch, itching to feel her body against my palms.
“I’ve always thought you were the prettiest thing I’ve laid my eyes on.” Confessing the truth in a low whisper, my eyes coast over the goosebumps trailing against her skin. “Even now, you’re…”
Not just pretty. She’s the sun I didn’t know I was orbiting—the sudden brightness that turned my whole world gold.
From the moment I saw her pull up in front of that abandoned cabin, a home no one would dare consider giving love to, I felt it. My heart. Once broken into a thousand pieces, thought to never work again, suddenly came to life. Thrashing against my ribs, demanding to be let out.
Love at first sight is such a cliche, but it’s real. I don’t know how else to describe how I feel. Not without sounding like some obsessive next-door neighbor creep.
I wanted to know her name, her story. I wanted her smile to be for mine. For a whole year, I’ve longed for something that felt so out of my reach. Now look at us. Never in my life would I think I’d feel likethis.
After all this time watching her, despite knowing how out of reach she was, the chance of her secretly sneaking in glances of her own has my skin feeling hot.
“You’re so out of my league, Nova.” Squeezing her sides, I feel the shiver that rolls through her body. “Women like you don’t think twice about looking my way.”
She lets out this offended grunt as her hands find my body. I fucking love the way she touches my chest. “Then I don’t have to worry about anyone else looking.”
Jealousy flows from her chest, and I can’t help but let my mouth curve at that. She’s talking like I’m already hers and… maybe I am.
