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There’s just one teeny-tiny problem. Had this been summer, I would have landed just fine and been able to climb up to Ryder’s window. But it isn’t summer. It’s winter. And what I landed on was a roof coated with a nice thick layer of icy snow. So instead of climbing up, I very quickly land on my face and start sliding down.
“Fuck!” My hands scramble for purchase, panicking as my feet collide with the guttering, then slip and find nothing but air. “Ryder!”
“Grab this.” A twisted up bed sheet lands in front of me, and I’m quick to take hold, my fists clenching tight as I hold on for dear life as Ryder pulls me up to safety, tossing the sheet to the side as he hauls me into the warmth of his bedroom and slams the window shut.
"Are you crazy?” he yells, his fingers biting into my arms as he grabs hold of me and shakes just enough so that I know I’ve really scared him. “You could have died, Bella! You could have slipped and broken your neck, and then what would I do? What would I do?”
“I—”
“Fuck! You barely have anything on!"
My body shudders.I can't believe I just did that. What was I thinking?"I-I'm sorry, I thought—"
“Thought what?”
“I wanted to be with you!” I cry, and he looks at me for a solid minute, his eyes wild the entire time. I don’t know what to say, what to do, so I just stare right back and hope, knowing that the force he’s gripping my arms with is going to leave bruises come morning. Still, I don’t look away.
“You stupid girl,” he whispers. “I’m not worth dying over.”
“Yes you are.” I gasp, and then his lips collide with mine.
RYDER
She opens her mouth for me immediately, allowing my tongue entry. I kiss her with unrestrained passion, the velvety heat of her mouth, and the tiny mews emanating from her body are like a drug to me, and I just can’t stop. I’d convinced myself this was a bad idea. I’d promised myself I’d stay away, but when a perfect little angel lands on your roof on Christmas Eve, what kind of a man would I be if I sent her away? Worse, if I let her fall?
A shudder runs through me as I slide my hand into the back of her dark hair, gripping tight.What if she fell? I could have lost her.
As that surge of anguish flows through me, I deepen the kiss, my other hand coming up to her throat and resting against her collarbone as my thumb moves back and forth against her pulse point. It’s like I need to feel the rhythm of her heart against my skin to be sure she’s really here, and this isn’t just a dream.My angel. My Christmas angel.
“Don’t ever do that to me again,” I rasp against her mouth as I drag a much-needed inhale down my throat. I’d rather continue kissing her and not breathe at all, if I’m honest. I could drown in her body and die a happy man, but then I’d miss out on the pleasure of having more of her, over and over. So I have to breathe. For her.
“I won’t. Just don’t send me away. Please.”
I break us apart and stare into her dark chocolate eyes. "Then promise you’ll never leave. Promise me you’re mine, and then I’ll never let you go."
“I promise, Ryder. I’m yours. I was yours the moment I saw you in my bathroom. Take me.”
With a growl, I pick her up by her delicious peach of an ass and crash my lips into hers again, kissing her deep and rough as I take her to my bed. "God, Bella. You’re so fucking beautiful and perfect exactly as you are." I lower her onto my mattress and hold myself above her. “What on earth did I do to deserve you?”
She smiles up at me, her hands caressing my sides. "You looked hungry."
“What?” I pause, frowning.Did I hear that right?
She giggles as she moves a hand to the side of my face and rakes her long nails through the light smattering of stubble there. “When you saw me in my towel, you looked at me like you wanted me for your next meal.”
I grin as I brush my lips against hers. “That’s because I did. Had to restrain myself from tugging that towel from your hot little body and taking you then and there.”
“I would have let you,” she whispers. “You’re all I could think about when you left.”
“Yeah? I haven’t done much more than think about you either.” My hands roam the curves of her body, my cock rearing up, begging to be released from its cotton restraint. "I’ve been hard for you all day."
“I was masturbating, thinking about you in the shower.”
I groan, almost coming then and there. “And you were about to do it again at the window, weren’t you, dirty girl?”
“Yes. I wanted you to see what you do to me.”
“Did you know I was watching?”
