Page 13 of Christmas With Joy


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I hold out my hands to him and he lifts me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and I can’t stop smiling. “I agree.”

“Will you marry me?”

I jerk back and stare at him. “Are you serious?”

“I am so damn serious,” he growls. “I’m done with anything but you. You are my future. You and our family. We can wait awhile if you need to. But I need you to know that I’m serious. I love you and I intend to marry you. Take care of and love you. Just say the word and I’ll hand you the world.”

Tears spring to my eyes and I squeal, “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you! I don’t need the world. I just need you!” His lips slam down on mine and he groans.

“I need you right now.”

“Get a room. Any room. I don’t care. As long as it’s got a bed and you that’s all I need.”

His forehead touches mine and it’s like we both breathe the same air. Like we’re two parts of the same whole.

He drops me lightly to the ground. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

I fidget in the cold for about a minute and then he’s practically running out the door.

He bends down and his shoulder hits my body. I grunt. “Jackson! What the hell are you doing? You crazy man!”

It feels like the world rights itself when he gets the door open and throws me on the bed. I barely look at the room. It doesn’t matter. Just the look in his eyes. The hunger and need blazing in the sapphire blue of his eyes. I feel like there’s a fever racing in my blood.

“Take off your clothes,” he growls. “Now.”

I don’t even question it. Just start throwing clothes off. He pulls at his own clothes and for a minute there’s a flurry of fabric falling into every corner of the little room.

My breath hitches in my throat when I see him for the first time. “Lord, you’re beautiful,” I whisper. I hold out my hand to him and he crawls up onto the bed, his big body covering mine. I feel dainty with him. Like a tiny, precious thing.

His hand caresses my cheek and he smiles. “I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.”

Then his lips touch mine and that fire that swells within me every time he’s near boils up and over. Caressing, licking and biting, he takes me like he owns me.

And he does. Heart, body and soul. I gasp when he slides down my body and his lips dance along the column of my throat, his teeth scraping my skin, making me whimper.

Hunger. “I need you so much,” I whisper, my voice so rough with it that I don’t even sound like the same person.

His head drifts down further and his lips close around one of my nipples, his teeth nipping my sensitive peak.

I gasp and my back arches up into him. “Oh god, yes! That feels so good. Harder.”

His lips smile against my skin and then he nips harder. The pain streaking through me into a full-blown forest fire of lust.

“Yes,” I hiss.

Then his head slips down further and his lips trail across my belly. I grasp onto the sheet like it’s a lifeline, gripping it in both of my hands to ground myself.

His wide shoulders push my thighs apart and then I feel his warm breath teasing along my slit. I jump and he growls. “God, you’re so fucking pretty everywhere. I can’t believe you’re real. That you’re mine.”

I nod my head wildly, gritting my teeth when his tongue slides along the inside of my thigh. “Yours,” I gasp.

His mouth closes around the soft skin and then his teeth take a hard nip.

“Oh!” I scream, jumping.

He grunts and laughs, his mouth burning a tempting trail until he’s right where I need him. He closes his lips around my clit and I groan, my body firing up. My hunger driving higher and higher.

“Please. Touch me now. Please, Jackson.” My head shifts on the pillows, frantic. My voice breaks, almost sobbing with the lust that feels like it’s about to roll right over me. Suck me under.

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