“You don’t think I have enough for the both of us?”
“I don’t know the depths of your obsession. Is it something I should be worried about?”
Fen laughed, like we both had so many times over the past few days, free and happy. “I guess you’ll find out when I rescue my clothes from the house.”
I guessed I would. We had a lot to learn about each other, but I was ready for the journey.
Fen leaned in and kissed me, sweet and gentle, but I was fast learning that there wasn’t much sweet about him when it came to sex. Falling so hard for each other had apparently activated beast mode, and I wasn’t complaining. I loved the feel of his bulk pressing me down, his big, work-hardened hands roaming my skin. I didn’t need Fen to feel safe—it wasn’t about that—but there was something so fucking soothing about the rough way he handled me.
He pushed me onto my back, making a cradle for himself between my legs. I fought the temptation to wrap them around him.Not yet. The last few days had been so hectic, I wanted to make the most of this quiet—for now—time with him. I wanted to sink into every kiss, every scratch of his unshaven jaw along mine, and every harsh snatch of breath he gasped in between.
We’d fallen into the habit of sleeping naked, and without the time it took to undress, Fen was inside me before long. He stretched me open with his cock, easing in with a gentleness that belied what would come next.
Heat sizzled in my blood, eclipsing the initial discomfort of his big dick. I threw back my head and moaned, arching my back to take him deeper.
Fen chuckled. “Easy. We’ve got all night.”
With any luck, we had far longer than that. But calming myself down while he was fucking me? Yeah. Wasn’t happening, and not for the first time since half the mountain had fallen on top of his house, I was grateful to my sister for putting me up in a cabin away from the main house. At some point I’d have to learn to do this quietly, but I wasn’t there yet.
I was light years away.
A thousand Christmasses.
Fen buried himself to the hilt and covered me with his body, pinning me to the bed. He drew his hips back, then snapped them forward, a sharp shot of pleasure that sent my eyes rolling in my skull. He was good at that—so fucking good.
He fucked me slowly, but with a brutal edge that took me apart so fast I wasn’t prepared for the climax that snuck up on me.
I resisted it, just, digging my fingers into Fen’s shoulders.
He laughed, breathless, and fucked me harder, and for long minutes, he had the upper hand. Fen had learned how to take me to the edge over and over without seeming to lose his composure.
But I knew better. I’d studied him as much as he’d studied me, and I recognised the signs that his control was slipping—his hooded gaze, his bottom lip caught in his teeth. The darkening flush on his chest. I watched his jaw unhinge and made my move, wrapping my legs around his waist, hooking him closer. I shoved my hand into his hair and yanked him down, taking his mouth in a bruising kiss as I thrust my hips up to meet his.
We collided. Raw desire sluiced through me and what had begun as a slow endeavour became frenetic enough to bang the bed against the wall.
Fen’s arms began to shake, his thick biceps trembling as he fought to hold himself up. I went in for the kill, tightening my body around him, but I took the bullet first.
Release screamed through me, lighting a new fire in my already scorched veins. I came without touching my dick, and it was another out-of-body experience. Only watching Fen fall off the same cliff kept me tethered to the world.
His movements slowed, but didn’t stop, as if something primal inside him was unwilling to let go yet.
I understood.
I felt the same.
But we had to stop. It was late and we’d both had long days, me in my office in the sky saying goodbye to the job that had been my life for a decade, him digging his worldly possessions out of his buried house. And it was Christmas Eve, a day that had never excited me before, but I was buzzing with anticipation now, and not just for the food.
And not for the presents. No one had got round to buying any, so it was going to be a day built from love and I couldn’t fucking wait.
Fen cleaned us both up, then came back to the bed with the kind of smile that made me wonder how I’d got so lucky.
He lay on his side, facing me. I reached out and pushed his sweat-damp hair back. He hadn’t had it cut since I’d turned his life upside down, and I liked the shaggy mess his ash-brown locks had become. I liked his scruffy jaw, his broad shoulders, and his enchanting eyes.
Most of all, I loved his overgrown heart.
“It’s midnight,” he whispered. “Merry Christmas.”
I smiled. Again. An addiction I couldn’t quit. “Merry Christmas.”
