She turns her body completely. Her chest brushes against my chest, and my nose flares. Seeing her this close wearing my flannel, her lips slightly parted, staring at me like she wants me to kiss her is almost too much.
Almost.
“Are you saying you’re going to prove you’re interested in me?” she asks in a hushed whisper, and I jerkily nod.
“I am. I’m going to prove to you I’m worthy of you, baby girl. Because when you see it, when you understand just how serious I am about you, you won’t hesitate calling me daddy again,” I vow. Her eyes widen but heat up at the same time.
“Jacob,” she sighs. My dick jerks against my jeans trying to get at her. I know she feels it when she presses her body closer.The little brat.I love seeing hints of her.
“Now get inside. Lock up behind you.”Before I claim you right here on your porch like some sort of animal.I swallow the threat. “I’ll be here bright and early to take you to work.”
“What about your work?”
“Don’t you worry about that.” My hand has a mind of its own. It leaves the door frame and cups her face. I love the way her cheek fits into the palm of my hand. I know in my gut without a doubt that our bodies will fit the same way. There is no way theycouldn’t, not when I know our hearts will click together the same way.
Like two pieces of a puzzle meant to spend eternity side by side.
6
EDEN
He’s picked me up from my place every morning for the last four days.
Each morning, I open the door, and there he is holding a cup of coffee exactly how I like it and my favorite breakfast burrito from the diner in town.
The first morning, I shrugged it off as a coincidence. But when he picked me up from work that night, he insisted on taking me to dinner, no matter how late it was. Each morning and night started and ended the same way. With him picking me up, coffee and breakfast in hand, to him taking me to places I prefer in town for dinner before walking me to my door. Only to leave me night after night with a simple but seriously sweet kiss on the cheek.
Unfortunately, Owen ordered and installed a new battery and now, it’s fixed and running, so I called Jacob and told him not to worry about picking me up. I know deep down that it’s for the best. Jacob mentioned he has a job to do a couple of towns over and had to be there early.
The holiday frenzy is in full effect.
The townspeople are up and moving at all sorts of hours around town. From going to the Christmas tree lighting ceremony to the cookie and hot cocoa crawl, it seems everyone in Moonlit Pines is feeling the holiday spirit.
And I have to admit I am, too.
I usually do, but this year, it’s different. Maybe because I’m back home, but I have a feeling it’s the hope of something more coming to life with Jacob. Even Mother Nature has agreed to take part in the town’s festivities, painting our town white with snow since Monday night.
I stare out the salon windows and blink.
I can feel the magic in the air despite the darkness covering the snow falling outside. Our Amazon delivery guy just dropped off the stuff my three sisters-in-law kindly donated. Everything from sports equipment to makeup is piled up and ready to be gift wrapped. Their generosity makes my heart feel full. I turn to sweep up my station. I’ve stayed a little later hoping Jacob would stop by, but by the looks of it, I doubt he will.
He told me he would prove how interested he is in me, and he more than has. Not that he’s kissed me yet. Not on the lips. But he’s been so attentive and sweet. Always holding my hand, opening doors. He walks me to my door and holds me close, leaving me with a kiss on my cheek or forehead.
But nothing more.
He won’t even step foot into my place or make a move. When I asked about it, all he did was shake his head, clench that seriously sexy jaw of his, and said I wasn’t ready.
And it’s driving me a little loopy.
I’m ready.
I’m a grown-ass woman, not some naïve, giggly schoolgirl. I know what will happen if he comes inside my place. Just thinking about it has me wiping sweat off my brow despite theslight chill inside the salon. The bell over the front door rings, making me realize I forgot to lock it.
“Hi! I’m sorry we’re—" The words die on my tongue at the sight of a big man with a bigger box in front of him. He sets the box down in front of him and reveals himself. Jacob.
“Hey.” He rubs his hands together. “Sorry I’m so late.” He shakes the snow off his dark hair, and I blink.
“I didn’t think you were coming in today,” I blurt, still surprised by the fact he’s here. He made it.
