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“I’m too heavy, sugar,” he whispers.
“You’re perfect.”
“Is that so?”
I nod lazily, and then my eyes fly open, and I yelp as Jackson flips us over, and I find myself sprawled on his body, his arms holding me to him.
Looking up, I rest my chin on his chest and raise an eyebrow. “That was smooth.”
He grins sheepishly. “I didn’t want to crush you,” he explains.
I feel the words rumble through his chest as he speaks and I almost purr in delight, turning my head so my ear is against his skin and I can hear the gentle inhale, exhale of his breathing. It’s so soothing.
“Sophia?” he murmurs, his fingers stroking my curls as I fight the blanket of satiated sleep that is pulling me under.
“Jackson?” I smile, and it feels goofy as I lift my head again to look back up at him. His face is soft, but his eyes…well, they’re liquid heat.
“I’m in love with you.”
My heart doubles in size, and suddenly, I’m not tired anymore. “You’re what?”
“I love you,” he repeats. “I’m so in love with you, Sophia, that it consumes me. I know this is all going so fast…”
“No!” I shake my head as I place an arm on his chest and prop myself up so I can look at him properly.
“No?” He frowns, his eyes darkening.
I lean in, my face inches away from his, as I touch a finger to his bearded chin. “No, it’s not going too fast,” I explain as I smile down at him. “Because I love you too.” I lean in and press my lips softly against his. “I love you, Jackson Lee.”
Barely a beat passes before Jackson grabs my face and kisses me breathless. Whispered, ‘I love you’s’, filling the moments in between.
I shift my hips, feeling him hardened inside me once more, and wanting nothing more than to experience the power of our union for a second time. “Merry Christmas, my love,” I whisper against his mouth.
His mouth curves into a grin as his hands grip my hips. “Merry Christmas, sugar. The best gift I’veeverhad.”
JACKSON
Pouring myself a cup from the fresh pot of coffee, I keep an eye on the skillet where Sophia’s scrambled eggs are cooking. I already have the bread in the toaster, as well as the pot of jelly and a dish of butter sitting on the island counter.
While I came to the kitchen to cook, I left Sophia in my shower, giving her the chance to use the massage setting to work the kinks out of her well-used body after I’d taken her against the tiled wall. My sugar deserves a little alone time after the morning we’ve had.
She walks into the kitchen, looking like a dream come true with her hair damp, and the curls drawn tight against her neck and the sides of her face. She’s wearing one of my shirts with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of my boxers underneath it. Her feet are bare, her face soft and pink from the shower, and she smells like soap, sweetness, and everything that is Sophia.
Fuck, but she’s beautiful. The sight of her takes my breath away, and I resist the urge to take her here and now on the counter—breakfast be damned. But my girl needs food. She needs to keep her energy up so she can go another few rounds with me.
“Feeling better?” I ask as she walks up to the counter, eyeing my mug of coffee.
“Your shower is perfection,” she says. “But I could use a mug of that stuff.” I chuckle, and hand it to her, delighting in the way she inhales the aroma before bringing it to her lips.
“Thank you,” she says, taking a big gulp of her coffee, giving me an impish smile while I pour myself another cup.
“My pleasure,” I say, taking a mouthful myself before I turn back to the food. She watches over my shoulder.
“It smells good in here.”
“I’ve got eggs, toast, and jelly. I’m pretty sure I have some granola and a couple of boxes of yogurt in the fridge, as well, if you want that instead.” I grab a carton of orange juice and reach around her to grab a couple of glasses from the cabinet, dropping a kiss on her shoulder as I do.
“Eggs and toast sound great.” She slides her boxer clad butt onto the corner chair at the counter, just as I place the glass of OJ before her. “You always seem to be the one getting me food.” She smiles.
