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My hands come to his shoulders, and then I slide them up his neck, feeling his tendons flex as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. Pax groans into the kiss as I weave my fingers in his hair, fisting the strands and keeping him close.
Pax cups my ass and rubs my body against his. I shiver beneath his touch, the way his hands flex against my flesh and dig in, as if he can’t get enough.
Just when I think I might pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulls back and I blink my eyes open. My lips are still tingling and I decide that I should find every reason I can to stand under the mistletoe here.
Pax takes a step back and I miss his warmth instantly. I’m worried that I’m coming across as clingy or lovestruck and I hurry to take a step back too, trying to play it cool.
Only problem is that I step back, right off the kitchen chair.
SIX
Pax
I look through the fridge,wondering what Avery will want to eat. She’s still sleeping upstairs, but I know she’ll be hungry when she wakes up.
We spent hours last night at the ER, waiting for X-rays. She kept telling me that I could leave, that I didn’t need to wait with her and waste my night at the hospital. I just stared at her like she was crazy. There was no way that I was going to leave her alone. When she brought it up again, I growled and kissed her until she stopped talking. It was a win-win situation for me.
Luckily, Avery’s wrist isn’t broken, just sprained. They gave her a brace and some pain medicine and sent us home. She fell asleep in my car, so I carried her inside and tucked her into my bed.
I told myself I only chose my room so that I could keep a close eye on her in case she needed anything. I gave up on that flimsy excuse around midnight, after I had been sitting in an uncomfortable chair next to the bed, just watching her sleep. I loved seeing Avery in my bed. I want to smell her on my sheets. I want to wake up next to her. At least once.
While I was taking care of the curvy little Christmas angel, I couldn’t help but appreciate her beauty. She looked so precious, so otherworldly, with the moon shining down on her delicate features. I managed not to glide my fingers over her soft skin, but fuck if my dick wasn’t hard most of the night at the thought of crawling into bed next to her.
I grunt, shaking away my lust as I grab the eggs and pancake mix and turn on the stove. I’m not sure what Avery likes, so I’ll just make a bit of everything. I smile as I mix up the pancake batter and I realize that I love spoiling her. I’ve made my millions, but my wealth never had purpose until now. Untilher.My angel.
“It smells good in here,” Avery says sleepily as she pads barefoot into the kitchen.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, already reaching to grab the pain pills.
“I’m alright. I’m hungry,” she says, moving over to the stove and grabbing the spatula.
“I’ve got it,” I tell her, putting the pills on the counter and going to grab the spatula.
“I can help,” she insists.
“But you don’t need to,” I tell her sternly.
“I want to.”
I growl low in my throat. I’m going to need to keep her with me so that my stubborn little angel doesn’t try to do things when she’s meant to be resting and taking it easy. When the doctor said that last night, I almost started laughing. The woman fell down a fucking chimney and then climbed back up the ladder and finished hanging lights. Maybe she has a bit of Christmas magic working in her favor.
There’s no doubt about it, though; Avery is sassy and independent. She takes care of herself and I wonder if it’s because she’s always had to. She never talks about her parents, just her sister. I aim to spoil her though and it’s probably best that she gets used to that now.
I grab her hips, lifting her and setting her on the counter.
“I’ve got it,” I say, dropping a kiss on her lips and I take the spatula from her hand. It’s meant to be a quick peck on the lips, but once I get a taste, I can’t stop. I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth, licking inside her mouth while swallowing down her breathy moan.
She tastes like sugar plums and peppermint. I can’t get enough.
Avery breaks the kiss, panting, but rolling her eyes at me.
“You can’t just kiss me every time you want something,” she sighs.
“I disagree.”
Avery throws her hands up in frustration, but I can see her biting back a smile. I flip the pancakes in the pan and look over at her.
“Are your parents going to come in for Christmas?” I ask her and she seems surprised by the change in subject.
