Nate’s friends are ridiculously famous, yet they seem so normal. So down to earth. The women are stunning as well as gracious, warm and kind.
The Cooper/Sexton kids are hilarious. As is their youngest sister-in-law, Victoria, who controversially married her bodyguard, Archie.
They’re also all absolutely gorgeous, but given their genetics, it’s no surprise.
This stone-bricked mansion might be a castle, but it’s very much a home. One that welcomes everyone.
‘I can’t believe this is my life.’ My eyelashes flutter against my cheeks as I bite back my overwhelm.
‘Well, you’d better start believing it, sweetheart.’ Nate’s hips nudge deliciously against mine as his fingers stroke my thighs, working their way upwards with a promise that sets my insides smouldering. ‘Now I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go. By this time next year, if I get my way, you’ll be Mrs Jackson.’ His words render me wetter than his fingers.
‘Is that right?’ A kaleidoscope of butterflies flutters in my stomach.
‘That’s exactly right.’ His mouth skims the sensitive skin of my neck and he sinks his teeth into my flesh. The finger brushing my inner thigh finally dips inside my entrance, and my pelvis arches in response. ‘And with any bit of luck, I’ll have put a baby in here.’
My core clenches around his finger.
I want Nate’s babies more than anything else in the world.
I’ll never get enough of this man.
Forever isn’t long enough.
Nate slides on top of me, parting my thighs with his hips. His shoulders sink between my legs, and he watches as his fingers work me into a frenzy.
‘Nate, I’m so close.’ I’m trembling on the edge of a very steep cliff. One that I want to fall off with him.
‘I know.’ Hot lips blaze a trail up my leg.
‘I need more. I need you,’ I moan.
‘Why didn’t you say so?’ He drags himself up the bed on his elbows until his arousal pushes deliciously against my entrance.
His emerald eyes bore into mine, glinting with a promise of not just immediate pleasure, but a lifetime of it.
He inches himself in slowly, careful not to hurt me. ‘Fuck, Holly, you’re so wet.’
‘It’s not every day you wake up with your movie-star crush in your bed.’ I tear my nails across his glutes, greedy for him to plunge deeper inside me.
‘Actually, for you, it is.’ His full lips swallow my response as they clamp over mine. Our tongues slide and explore each other’s mouths, matching the same languid rhythm as our hips. When his fingers brush over my clit, I’m gone.
All the way to fucking heaven and back.
White hot lust blinds me as trillions of jolts of electricity shoot through my core until I’m shuddering all over Nate’s huge cock.
He’s right behind me, pumping harder until he spills himself into me with a carnal moan. His head falls forwards until his cheek rests on my clammy chest, rising and falling with my ragged breath.
‘Best Christmas ever,’ we say in unison. I run my fingers through his dark, tousled hair.
‘I love you.’ Nate’s thick, lustrous lashes close with contentment.
‘I love you too.’ I close my own, savouring the skin-to-skin contact. There’s no better gift in the world.
Reluctantly, I wriggle beneath my boyfriend’s clammy body. We were given strict instructions to be at the tree at ten o’clock this morning for the present opening and champagne. Apparently it’s a Huxley Castle tradition. ‘What time is it?’
‘Half-past nine. We’ve got loads of time.’ Nate peels his cheek from my chest and gazes up at me.
‘You mean you’ve got loads of time! I need to have a shower and wash my hair.’ I try to buck from beneath him, but he pins me down and runs his scratchy jawline between my breasts.
