When he tells me he needs to kiss me, I melt in his arms. I go up on my toes and put my hand behind his neck to bring himdown to me. He follows my direction easily, and soon our lips find each other. We both taste like chocolate.
As if we are in agreement, we take this kiss slowly, enjoying every fiery second of it. I'm so gone for this man that I don't even realize the music has stopped. Our kiss starts to become desperate, and I can't seem to let go of Jacob for anything.
Jacob pulls me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his hardness against my body. I can also feel myself respond to his touch. In less than a minute, I'm drenched and ready for him. He lays me down on the couch and gets on top of me.
His weight feels fantastic on me. I thought I would feel crushed when a man had me beneath him, but that's not at all how it is. It feels right. Jacob grinds against me, and each time he presses against me, I gasp in response to the intense sensations he's igniting in me.
I decide to be brave once again tonight and reach between us and into his pajama bottoms. He's hard as steel, and he trembles when I squeeze him. I'm about to pull him out so he can claim me when there's a knock at the door.
"Fuck." He says.
I find my throw and cover myself with it as he opens the front door of the suite. I can hear him talking to someone, but I don't recognize the voice. I try to calm myself. We had been so close to making love. Jacob comes back from the door and rubs his hand over his face.
He's got a little bit of a fuzz around his chin and jaw, and it's silvery like his hair. He is so delicious I could die.
"Who was it?"
"My friend, Hunter. The fire department is doing wellness check-ins, and he stopped to see if I needed anything."
"He's a good friend, but has terrible timing."
"Marci, we can't."
"I want you to be my first,” I plead. “Heck, I want you to be my always. Jacob, I'm here for you. Make me yours."
"The answer is no. You should take the bed, and I'll pull out this sofa bed to sleep in."
"Just pull out the sofa bed, and we can watch the snow together. I promise I won't make any untoward advances."
"Marci."
"I don't want to be alone tonight, Jacob."
"You'll be a good girl?"
My face goes warm, and I know I'm red as a tomato, but I nod and get up from the sofa so he can take out the bed. When everything is set up, he brings the other pillow from the bedroom and places it next to mine.
I look at him longingly, but try to hide it. Stubborn man. I get under the covers and sit back so I can enjoy the falling snow. He reluctantly sits beside me, on top of the covers, and steals my red throw to cover his pajama-clad legs.
This whole thing is ridiculous in my opinion, but I only want to be with him if he's on board with the plan. Right now, it seems like he's resisting it. How can I convince him that we're right together? I shiver because the cold is getting to me.
I'm surprised when he puts his arm around me and pulls me close. I grab my phone and put on some more Christmas tunes. We lay like that for what seems like forever, until my eyes start drooping and everything goes black.
This is not the memorable Christmas Eve I had expected. Damn this man.
Chapter 6
Jacob
Iwake up with a vixen in my arms. She's practically sprawled all over me, and my body responds immediately to her warmth. I need to get up and put some distance between us so I can protect my sanity. But that's impossible because, as I look out the window, the snowplow people have not come through here just yet.
The Christmas Parade might not be able to happen this year. I need to call the fire department and Carly from Perfect Brews to see if they have any emergency plans. I hug and roll Marci, and she goes easily to the other side of the bed. I worry that I might have woken her up, but her eyes remain closed.
I send off messages to see what I can do to help, and decide to make some hot coffee for us. I want to get back into that bed with her so badly it hurts. Why tempt fate, though? When the coffee is ready, I pour two cups, hers with tons of sugar, and mine black.
As I get closer to her side of the sofa bed, she seems to stir. I place her cup of coffee on the side table and watch her get her bearings. A sexy smile appears as she stretches her arms in front of her.
"Good morning, Santa Daddy. Thanks for bringing me this present. Can I sit on your lap?"
