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“Let me get you something to clean up.” I get off the bed and walk toward my en-suite bathroom, where I wet a washcloth and bring it to her, gently cleaning her juices from her so she won’t feel sticky later.
As I clean her tenderly, I glance up to find her watching me, her eyes liquid and soft.
“Aren’t we going to make love?” she asks, looking adorably confused.
“We are, sugar,” I promise. “But not tonight.”
Her nose scrunches. “But I want to see you, Jackson. I want topleaseyou.”
“You have.”
“I mean, I want to—”
I kiss her to silence her words before I pull back and look down into her gorgeous eyes. “My greedy minx, you’ll have your turn. But not tonight. It’s not Christmas yet, and you can’t unwrap me until tomorrow morning.”
“That seems horribly unfair,” she says, grinning at me, as I push off the bed then dump the used washcloth in the hamper and hit the lights.
“Well, I wrote to Santa,” I start, unzipping my jeans and kicking them off, leaving me in just my boxers. “And I asked him to send me a beautiful woman to wake up next to. And not just any beautiful woman—my perfect mate. So, we’re going to bed, and I’m going to sleep holding you all night while my hard-on rests against that delectable ass of yours. And in the morning….” I trail off as I climb into bed and pull the covers over both of us.
“It’ll be Christmas,” she finishes for me as she turns to her side, and I pull her closer, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“That’s right, and we save thebestpresents for the morning.”
SOPHIA
Lying curled up next to Jackson, feeling his warmth all around me, I can’t help but sigh with happiness. The last few hours with him play over and over in my head, and I snuggle in closer, my body releasing a delighted shiver when I feel his hard muscles against my back.
Oh my, oh my.I have been gifted the man to end all men. He is so perfect that I have to resist the urge to pinch myself, afraid that I’d wake up from this dream.
This doesn’t feel real, but it feels beautiful.
I grew up reading about fairy tales, of handsome princes on white horses, of happily ever afters, and of…love at first sight.
Love at first sight.
Is this even possible? Is it possible to feel this way about a man I met only hours ago?
Well, obviously, it is, because here I am, curled up against the man of my dreams, his arms holding me like they’ll never let me go. I feel safe and protected. But is this really the forever I’ve been hoping for?
I think back to all the times I’ve curled up with a romance novel, or watched a romantic movie. It never seemedimpossiblefor the characters to fall in love at first sight, like their love has been foretold and all that was left was for them to meet andbam!they fall in love, experience romance like never before, and get their happily ever afters all tied up in a nice neat bow. Is that what’s happening to me? I sure hope so.
Right now, it feels like I’m living that story, dreaming that dream. From that first moment I looked up at Jackson, into his cerulean eyes, I knew. God, it sounds bizarre, but I felt it in my bones, in every fiber and molecule of my body. When I heard his voice, his deep rumble hit me deep in my gut. But that first time he’d wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close? I felt that hit me a little further south, in a muchhappierplace.
Sophia Clarke, you hussy, I grin to myself, laughing at the direction of my thoughts. What would Mom say if she ever heard my thoughts? I grin again, wider. She’d tell me to climb Jackson like a tree. Mom always was a nut, I think of her, Dad, and Gran fondly, missing them still, but feeling like maybe the storm and the canceled flight and celebrations were kismet so Jackson and I could meet. I can’t wait to call them up tomorrow morning. Perhaps Jackson can meet them on FaceTime? Gosh, I’d love that. The man I love meeting my parents…
My breath hitches.The man I love. There, I’ve said it. I love Jackson.I love him.
To my surprise, I feel warm tears rolling down my cheeks, and suddenly, all that I’m feeling is the full force of my love for this man. The complete disbelief thatthisman—this gorgeous, sexy, and perfect man—is mine, and I am his. I never believed in miracles before now, but this sure feels like one. The girl who never had a boyfriend meets her soulmate in a seedy diner on Christmas Eve. We could literally be the plot of a Hallmark Christmas movie!
I lie there in his arms, let his solid strength seep into me, and soon, I realize that I no longer feel overwhelmed by what this is. All I feel is a warmth that seeps into every nook and cranny of my body, a warmth that Jackson, even in his sleep, manages to make me feel.Safe. Protected. Loved.
For what seems like the hundredth time this evening, I find myself thinking of just how lucky I am to have met Jackson. God, he’s special, so beautiful; so insanely attractive that I can hardly think straight. I can hardly believe he’s mine.
Mine. And tomorrow, he’ll be mine in every possible way.
I struggle to make myself relax enough to sleep. I can’t help but feel every inch of him pressing up against my back and another shiver passes through me, this time, a completely different kind of shiver, one of excitement and awareness. I can feel him, down there, his hard length rigid and hot, straining against his boxers and pressing against my butt. Every nerve in my body is tingling, and I find myself getting aroused.
His big hands are splayed across my belly protectively, the crook of his thumb curved just under my breasts. His hold is warm and solid, just like every other part of him.
