“Thank God.” He picks me up and swings me around, and then he makes me even dizzier by kissing me.
I look up. There’s still mistletoe above us, so we have to kiss. I think of that first night and my fantasy of having Ronan in the elevator, just the two of us.
“Babe,” I say.
“Hmm.” He kisses my ear.
“Want to find out what my panties say?”
“Hell yeah.”
EPILOGUE
CHRISTMAS DAY—1 YEAR LATER
Ronan
I wakeon Christmas morning in the bedroom of the lake house, happier than I’ve ever been. Because I wake up in bed with Poppy. She kisses me. I groan and pretend to be annoyed.
“You keep me up all night, and you want more?”
She laughs. I settle her on top of me, letting my erection show her that I’m just kidding. I always want her. All day. All night.
“I can never have enough of you,” I admit.
She leans down for a lingering kiss.
To my disappointment, she breaks it far too soon. “It’s Christmas morning, and we have a little girl who’s not going to wait for us to make love again before she starts banging on the door, demanding presents.”
I groan. “It’s still dark. And I was hoping for my own Christmas present. Now.”
“I gave it to you last night.” She grins. “Over and over.”
“And I fucking loved it.”
“We have a Christmas tree to light, a fire to start, and I have cinnamon buns to put in the oven.”
But she moans as my hand strokes her, dipping in to feel how wet she is for me. I want to wake up to her, to this, every morning of my life. Not just the sex, though that’s mind-blowing. But the warmth and love. The sweetness and support. The times when she drives me mad and the times she challenges me. I want it all—all of her.
Now.
“It won’t take long to make you come,” I urge.
She laughs, but it’s breathless. “Oh yah, is that a challenge?”
“It’s whatever the hell you want it to be. Get on all fours,” I say.
She does as instructed and turns back to look at me with a soft, eager smile and the sensual beauty of her steals my breath. Cinnamon curls flow around her. Freckles decorate the cream perfection of her skin. I’ve made it my mission for the last year to kiss every last one.
I don’t know what I did in a past life to get Poppy. but I’m so damn grateful every day. Every hour.
We don’t have much time, so I skip the preambles. Promising myself that I’ll enjoy every inch of her tonight. I grasp her hips and dip two fingers into her. She cries out. And I reach and play with her breasts. She looks so sexy panting and writhing for me as I fuck her with my fingers, that I almost lose it, but I need more. I replace my hand with my mouth, circling her clit until she’s moaning my name. I lick her languorously, thoroughly, over and over.
“Ronan, please, please.”
“I love it when you beg.”
I reward her by giving her faster teasing licks until she’s as high as she can go, mindless with pleasure. My dick is painfully hard at the taste and feel of her.
