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"You, my beautiful Christmas angel, were Ember James since the moment I kissed you under that mistletoe. It just took you a little while to get on board."
“A little while? We’ve known each other for less than two weeks!”
“Exactly. Think of all those days we could have been husband and wife!”
Ember opens her mouth to say something sassy, but I cut her off with a consuming kiss. I pour out every single thing she makes me feel; joyful, possessive, eager, hopeful, desperate, wild, and surprisingly gentle. I didn't know I could be so soft and caring, but with Ember, it all comes so naturally.
She kisses me back with the same intensity and then pulls away from me, abruptly cutting off my new life source. I growl at her, but she just grins and shakes her head. I’m still flat on my back in front of her open apartment door while Ember braces herself on my chest, looking down at me.
“You, mister, are always getting me to make out with you in public.” She tries getting up, but I tug her back down until we’re face to face.
“And you, angel, are always getting me hard in public,” I whisper into her lips before kissing her again. When we come up for air, Ember tries standing up again, but I pull her back. “One more for the road,” I growl.
Ember giggles and then moans as I hold her close and savor her taste.
“You’re incorrigible!” She laughs, letting me pepper kisses all over her face.
“When it comes to kissing you, beautiful, you’re damn right I am.”
She gives up trying to wiggle out of my arms, and instead snuggles deeper into my chest, placing a sweet kiss over my heart before resting her head there. “I love you so much, Wyatt. More than I ever thought possible.”
I squeeze her tightly and bury my nose in her hair, breathing her in and letting her warmth, her smell wash over me. “Love you, Ember. More than you could ever know.”
EPILOGUE
EMBER
Wyatt hands me a cup of hot chocolate and joins me on the couch while we enjoy the Christmas tree we just set up. It’s been a crazy twelve months. We got married two months after he proposed, and life has only gotten better.
I can’t believe I almost walked away from the best thing to ever happen to me. Who am I kidding? Wyatt wouldn’t have let me walk away. He’s loved me from that very first kiss, as he likes to remind me. Truthfully, I think I’ve loved him since that moment as well. It just took me a little while to trust myself and trust what was happening between us.
The more time I’ve thought about it, the sillier I feel. Of course, Wyatt would never betray me the way I thought he did. The man gave me my very own twelve days of Christmas. Just thinking about it makes my tummy erupt in butterflies. Yeah, he still makes me feel all mushy and sentimental. Then again, that could be the pregnancy hormones. I just found out this morning and I’m practically bursting, trying to find the perfect moment to tell him.
“What’s got you smiling so brightly, beautiful?” Wyatt asks, throwing his arm around me and kissing the top of my head.
“Oh, thinking about the grand romantic gesture you put into place this time last year,” I grin up at him.
“Ah, yes. I set the bar pretty high, didn’t I?” He teases.
“I don’t know… You never did give me ten lords a-leaping or eleven pipers piping…”
Wyatt smiles sheepishly, which makes me melt for him. Seriously, he’s a big teddy bear, at least around me. “I have to admit, they were the lamest gifts. I don’t like the circumstances that made me skip over them—”
“Leapover them?” I joke. He grins and kisses my nose.
“Yes, well, either way. Perhaps one good thing that came out of that mess was the fact that I could save some face. Hopefully you only remember the good things and not the two stupid gifts I didn’t get around to.”
“Hmm…” I purr, setting my hot chocolate on the coffee table and then slowly climbing into his lap, straddling him. “Maybe I can makesomethingleap,” I whisper while grinding my already soaking pussy down on his growing erection. I can’t help it. I already want him all the time, but these pregnancy hormones are no joke. My want has turned into a need.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, leaning in for a kiss. I pull back at the last moment and watch Wyatt pout. It’s ridiculously cute.
“And I don’t have pipes, but I think there’s something else I’d rather put my mouth on…”
Cheesy? Yeah. But, well, you know. ‘Tis the season.
I slip down Wyatt’s lap and sink to my knees in front of him, grabbing at his belt before he can convince me otherwise. He always insists on making me cum first, and don’t get me wrong, it’s generous and incredible and amazing. But sometimes a girl just wants to pleasure her man.
Wyatt tangles his fingers in my hair and bends forward to try and kiss me again. I allow him one small peck, but then I place my hand on his chest and make him look me in the eye. “You’ve already given me so much, now let me.”
