Page 38 of Silver Hills' Christmas Miracle

“I love it. To me, that was always the sign that Christmas had started. But this year?” I grumbled softly and nuzzled into his chest. “This year, we’re clear skies all the way.”

“Rubbish,” Rook said softly. He trailed his fingertips back and forth across my shoulder and sighed. “You know? I think I really like you, Kitty.”

I lifted my head to look him in the eye. “You do?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I really do.”

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ROOK

“You like me,” Kitty repeated, “and yet, sometimes, you seem hesitant.” She leaned up and braced herself over me, causing her blonde braid to slide over her shoulder. “Tell me why.”

“So direct,” I mused up at her.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, under the stars where no one can hear us. We can talk freely.”

She had a point. “Alright,” I replied. “Well… Sometimes, I think that if I let myself give in, then I’ll be unable to stop. Everything about you draws me in. You’re intoxicating, and the moment I dared to accept that, it was almost overwhelming how much I wanted you. But then I get… stuck.”

Kitty tilted her head. “On?”

“On our differences. I’m friends with your father. You’re my charge, and I’m responsible for you. I’m a lot older than you. There’s so much to take into consideration. We’re from different worlds. I’m an ex-soldier with one too many issues.”

“And I’m a rich brat with no sense.” Kitty smirked. “I don’t care about any of those things. Well, no. I do. I care because they’re important, but I’ve already made it clear that I don’t care about how old you are. I’m old enough to make my owndecisions, and I want you. I don’t give a shit what my father thinks because he doesn’t get to control my life. You’re an ex-soldier, which is hot.” Her smile lit up. “But I know that comes with challenges. Literally, the only thing that can get between us is your own head.”

She talked so much sense, which threw me about as much as her being younger than me did. At this moment, she spoke with the wisdom I should carry in my heart. I seemed to have misplaced it for the moment.

“When I saw you under the lights and among the stalls, I just knew that there was no one else I wanted to be with. Which feels kind of fast, and I don’t want to be the one who messes things up because of my own insecurities, but if we’re to really make a go of this, then we have to think about these things.”

“Hush,” Kitty murmured, and she caressed my face with her fingertips. “You’re overthinking it. I like you. A lot. You like me. Everything else is just noise because we’re both adults, and sure, maybe down the line, there will be some tough moments or hard decisions, but we can tackle them together. Besides…”

Kitty very slowly slid onto my lap, so I quickly made sure the blankets still covered her.

“It’s Christmas. It’s the most romantic time to fall in love…” She leaned down and kissed me, and I was utterly lost to her.

She was right. I was letting my mind run away with me because it was what I was trained to do. Always be alert, always on the lookout, and plan twelve steps ahead, just in case.

And now, Kitty was in my lap asking me just to exist with her, to take it day by day, and it was equally the easiest and hardest thing I had ever been asked to do.

I couldn’t resist her, and maybe that was the key. Latching onto her free spirit could help me exist in the moment and not two weeks in the future.

As she kissed me, Kitty slowly rolled her hips down against my own, and I was powerless to stop the surge of heat and blood that flowed south. How could I? She was gorgeous in her knitted dress and sparkly earrings, with her red lips glittering with what tasted like berry lip gloss. Her hands spread out flat against my chest when the kiss broke, and she arched upward, throwing her head back with a loud moan.

Back and forth her hips worked against me, grinding down in a rhythm and drawing a hotter and hotter reaction. My cock swelled under the press of her pussy rocking down exactly over me. I watched the pleasure dance across her face, and she grinned down at me.

“Well, hello, little guy,” she teased.

“Little guy?” I snorted. “He’s little to you?”

“Mmm, I’m not sure how I want to answer. If I say no, will you rely on him to do all the work?” Kitty asked coyly. Both her hands slid down my chest to my abdomen, then one slid down further as she raised her hips up.

I placed my hands around her waist, guiding her as she worked at my zipper and belt while also making sure the blanket stayed around her. Nothing would kill the mood faster than the cold, which the heat building between us was keeping at bay.

Soon, my hard cock was free and in her hand. She leaned down over me and claimed my lips, kissing me repeatedly with soft, breathless moans. All the while, her hand stroked over my cock with ease. From base to tip, she worked at me and giggled each time precum oozed from the tip. She’d catch it on her fingertips and drag the slickness down my cock, making her palm glide easier over me.

My heart raced. Sweat broke out over my brow, and my abdomen began flexing repeatedly as she worked me closer and closer to orgasm.

Then she stopped. She stopped kissing me. Her hand stopped moving. I existed on the cusp for a few seconds until I was able to draw myself back with a grunt.

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