“But Drew just got here!” She yanked my hand and pulled me toward her.
Sara smoothed the loose hairs around her face. “You’ll see him again soon, I promise.”
“It’s pretty bad out there.” Brianna pulled back the curtains and made a whistling sound. “Why don’t you stay, Drew? I’ll make up the couch.”
I held up my hands and shook my head. “I don’t want to impose on Christmas.”
“Yes, stay! I have so many more comics to show you. And Mommy is making French Toast Casserole tomorrow morning. Please!” Victoria bounced up and down and looked between her parents.
“It’s up to you guys. You’re more than welcome.” Josh came over to his wife but kept his gaze on us.
“I’d hate to think of you driving in this when I dragged you out in the first place. Stay.” Sara’s eyes held mine, and she didn’t have to ask me twice.
“Sure. I’ll stay.” Victoria hissed a “yes” as Sara’s lips curved into a slow grin.
“Time for bed. Go get your pajamas on. I’ll be right in.” Sara kissed Victoria’s cheek and pointed down the hall.
“Okay.” She grunted before turning to trudge to her bedroom. “Goodnight, Drew.” She tackled my legs with a hug. “See you tomorrow.”
“Sweet dreams, kiddo.” I bent to return the hug, wishing her mother took to me this easily from the beginning.
“How about us?” Josh pulled her back by the waist and kissed her cheek as she giggled. “Merry Christmas, Sweets. Get some sleep.”
Brianna knelt to kiss her other cheek. “See you in the morning after Santa comes.”
She grinned at them both before scurrying down the hall to her room.
“I’ll go get you a pillow and some blankets.” Brianna smiled as she looked between us.
“Thank you. This is nice of you to let me stay.”
“No problem at all.” I cast a side glance to Sara before she followed Josh out of the living room.
“They’rereallynice.” I smirked and laughed when she jabbed me in the arm.
“Sure, rub it in.” She leveled her eyes at me as she stepped closer.
I cupped her neck and inched toward her. She stilled but relaxed before looping her arms around my neck.
“You’re sure you want me here?” I dipped my chin until my eyes were level with hers. “I didn’t think we were up to sleepovers yet.”
She nudged my shoulder. “I don’t want you to drive in this, and . . . it feels nice to have you here. I want you here. There, I said it.” Her lips pursed as she fought the twitching at the corners of her mouth—the same sweet mouth I’d tasted twenty minutes ago and wanted to again. The urge to pull her back to her car and drag her into the back seat was so powerful it was fucking blinding, but was our kiss a fluke? The last thing I wanted to do was push her and set us back.
“I’ll be honest,” I whispered, our lips so close they brushed again. After starving for this woman all these months, I had a ravenous appetite but had to hold myself back. “I’m a little afraid that was some kind of spell,” I nodded outside, “and if I try to kiss you now, it’ll be broken.”
“One way to find out.” Sara closed the distance between us, flicking the seam of my lips with her tongue. I let out a growl before I covered her mouth with mine. She tasted so damn good, shefeltso good. My fingers threaded in her hair as I swallowed the soft moans traveling straight to my dick. I smiled against her lips when her body sagged against mine.
“Did I just make you weak in the knees, Caldwell?”
“Why are you such a damn good kisser?” she whined as I painted kisses along her jaw.
How the hell was I going to sleep knowing she was close enough to touch—and that she’d let me? I’d have to summon that pain in the ass self-control I’d been exhausting all these months.
“No going back now.” My thumb drifted along her swollen bottom lip, swollen from me. My chest swelled. “You know that, right?”
“I hope not.” She pecked my lips and drifted her hands down my chest. “Merry Christmas, Drew.”
I grazed my thumb across her lips and kissed her forehead. “Merry Christmas, Fire and Ice.”
