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“I do,” he said. “I do it in my mother’s memory. She loved Christmas and it’s something I do because I know she would love the fact that her big, burly son is prettying up the house for Christmas.”

Oh, how he missed his mother and the rest of his family.

With a sigh, she shook her head. “That’s incredible. My father wouldn’t even help us decorate the tree when we were kids. But for you to do it in your mother’s memory is really touching. And I’m not a grinch, really. I love Christmas, but yesterday didn’t go the way I expected.”

He took the last bite of his sandwich. It had been good and he hoped she would cook again for him because his cooking sucked.

“How do I know for certain you’re not a grinch?”

A grin spread across her face. “Let’s watch a Christmas movie tonight. You choose.”

A groan resounded from him and then he grinned. “Terminator. That’s my Christmas movie.”

Shaking her head, she laughed. “I was going to recommendMiracle on 34th Street.”

“Not bad, but my Christmas Eve movie isIt’s A Wonderful Life,” he said. Watching it had been a family tradition that he just hadn’t been able to stop.

“Oh,” she said with a sigh, “mine too. Still gets to me every time when the bell rings at the end.”

He nodded. “All right, you’re not a grinch, and yes, yesterday didn’t go as planned. I hope today has been better.”

“Much better,” she said, standing and taking their dishes to the sink. He watched as she rinsed off the plates and bent over to put them into the dishwasher. She had a perfectly well-rounded ass that had his penis rising to attention. A groan almost escaped his throat.

Today was going to be difficult if they continued to spend time together.

He rose and took the two steps to reach her. All he was going to do was put his glass in the sink, but somehow she became trapped between him and the sink.

A grin spread across her face and she reached up and kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but one that spoke volumes of longing and desire. One that let him know the woman wasn’t immune to him.

He pushed her against the cabinets and his mouth devoured hers in a kiss that told her exactly how he felt about her. Yes, they hadn’t known each other very long, but from the moment he’d seen her dazed and lying against the steering wheel, he’d wanted to protect her. He’d never believed in love at first sight, but she was making a believer out of him.

They broke apart.

“You deserve to be loved and cherished for the woman you are,” he said gasping. He didn’t know where that came from, but she turned her large blue eyes on him and he could see tears shimmering there.

No, he didn’t want to make her cry. He wanted to hear her moans of ecstasy. He wanted her to know she deserved to be treated well.

“Olivia,” he said with a moan as he dropped to his knees.

His hands ran down her side until he reached her legs and then he spread them. Placing his mouth on her center, he breathed onto her jeans. No, it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do, but it was a start.

She gasped.

“If this is not what you want, tell me to stop,” he said.

“No, please keep going,” she cried.

Undoing her jeans, he pulled them down past her knees. She wore a very pretty pair of lacy panties. His fingers found her buttocks and pulled her to his mouth.

“You deserve to be treated the way a woman should be treated. You deserve the best and I’m going to start by giving you this,” he said unable to say the words that he felt would cheapen this time together.

“Lucas,” she cried as his mouth sucked her panties into his mouth right between the junction of her legs. Her hands found their way to his head and she pulled him in closer.

“Yes.”

She tasted so sweet, and her juices filled his mouth as her fingers clutched his head and she moaned out loud. So much better to hear her moaning than crying. So much better to give her what she deserved.

His fingers slipped inside her panties and delved into her womanly center. She was so wet for him and that filled him with pride. Oh, she wanted him as much as he desired her.

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