He pauses, looking down at me, his eyes dark. “You’re mine. I could stay like this forever, filling you up, deep inside you.”
He begins to move, slowly, his thrusts long and deep. I wrap my legs around him as he pumps into me harder and faster. His lips find my breasts, sucking each peaked nipple while he moves inside me. His big hands hold my wrists up over my head as he thrusts in and out, my breasts jiggling, the sensation driving me closer and closer to climax. My breathing quickens and my thighs quiver as he increases his rhythm, one hand between us, his fingers moving on my clit, the other holding my wrists. His lips find mine and I moan as our tongues entwine. Waves of pleasure ripple through my body as I come again, pulsing against his cock.
He thrusts faster until he stiffens, calling my name as his hot seed fills me over and over again. He pulls me gently against him, kissing my lips as our breathing slows.
“You’re perfect, did you know that? Better than I ever dreamed of. Having you here with me is everything I want.” He kisses my cheek, stroking my hair.
Outside, the wind blows the snow against the window. Inside, I’m sated, happy, and warm as I drift off to sleep.
* * *
ChapterSix
KEATON
Christmas Eve
I wake up with my arms wrapped around Melody.
Max has come upstairs during the night, as he often does, and got up on the bed. He’s wedged himself around our legs and is snoring away.
Snow is still falling against the window and faraway the Snowflake Falls choir is warming up for their Christmas Eve carol session. Usually, it reminds me of how far away I am from my family, but now I feel content. For the first time in ages, I’m at peace.
I don’t want to move, but I’d like to wake Melody up with some fresh coffee and hopefully get back under the covers to worship every inch of her luscious, curvy body. I wriggle my way out of bed and Max sleepily follows me downstairs.
My cell beeps.
Rhys: Are you up and dressed? I’m on my way over. Be 10 mins.
Fuck.
I forgot I’d said to Rhys that I’d help him out with getting a Christmas tree for his office party. My truck is big enough to fit it in the back and he talked me into driving him up to the Christmas tree farm today.
But if he’s arriving here, Melody has to go. There’s no way he can find his sister upstairs in my bed, he’ll kill me. Max looks at me, concerned, as I bypass his food bowl and trudge straight back upstairs.
Melody’s still asleep, her golden hair spread out over the pillow. I touch her shoulder.
“Wake up, beautiful.”
She blinks her eyes open, stretches, and reaches for me with a smile. I shake my head.
“I’m sorry, but your brother is on his way over.”
Melody sits up. “Rhys? How come?”
“I forgot I told him I’d help him get a tree. You better get out of here.”
Her face falls. “You want me to leave?”
“You want to be in my bed when he arrives?”
Melody stares at me for a second and then pulls her clothes on. She doesn’t look at me. There’s an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach as she pads downstairs, looking for her shoes. I’m about to follow her back downstairs when the front door closes.
She’s left without saying goodbye.
Shit.
That’s not how I wanted things to go. She’s pissed off with me and I don’t blame her. She must think I’m blowing hot and cold because I’m not sure of how I feel about her. But the opposite is true. I’ve never felt this way about anyone except her. And I want to get this right. I need to tell Rhys that I’m in love with his sister so I have a chance at a real future with her. If she’ll have me, that is.
