Page 25 of Wrapped Up in Holly

He held onto my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin. “You want to give all this up?”

“Give up sharing an apartment with two other girls and needing to maintain a twenty-five-inch waist? Giving up being lonely and away from you? Yes, absolutely.”

“Really? You really want to come home with me?”

I nodded, looping my arms around his neck. “And marry you. And have babies with you.”

“And you’re okay giving up traveling and working and?—”

“I’d give up everything for you. Forus.”

He banded his arms around my back, holding me tightly. “I won’t let you regret it. I promise.”

Evan

Light filtered behind my eyes, and I blinked awake, finding a head of sandy hair under my chin. I lifted my head and wiggled my fingers, trying to bring some life back into my limbs. My right arm was under Holly’s head, dead. My left was draped over her naked body.

And my cock was hard against her lower back. Didn’t need to wake up that part of me.

After a lot of orgasms and a few more beers last night, I couldn’t remember when exactly we’d made our way upstairs to bed. But I do know we hadn’t slept like this, snuggled with each other, in months. Maybe more than a year.

I flopped onto my back and scrubbed my free hand down my face, my gaze on the ceiling.

It was Christmas Eve, the last day the farm would be open for the year. The last day for “sleigh rides” around the farm, which was really a truck decked out with wreaths and lights. Santa and Mrs. Clause would turn up for pictures for kids, people would drink hot chocolate and buy up the last of our bakery items, and we’d sell off the last of our trees. The entire family would come, all of my siblings, including Julie, who would fly up from Texas, so we could all celebrate.

And, hopefully, we’d have one more reason to.

Next to me, Holly inhaled a little snuffle. She always woke up with a hiccupped breath in the morning. It was adorable.

I twisted back around her, kissing the back of her neck. “Morning.”

She stretched her arms above her head and legs out long, yawning. “Morning.”

“How do you feel?”

She wiggled against me. “Tired.”

“Tired?” I landed a slap on her ass and then squeezed. “You rubbing up on my cock like this doesn’t feel like you’re tired.”

“You don’t feel tired either.”

“’Cause I’m not.” I rolled her onto her back, easing her legs apart with mine. “I feel better than I have in a long time.”

I bent, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, and she moaned, raking her fingers over my back. “Again?”

“Yes, again.” I skated my hand over her stomach and slipped two fingers along the seam of her pussy, gently pushing inside. “Let me have one more.”

“We have to get up,” she said, even as she squirmed, widening her legs, pressing her mouth against my throat. She was warm and pliant, unselfconscious in how she arched into me, silently begging for more, and I sucked on her collarbone.

“Let me give you one more,” I rasped against the soft skin of her breast then licked the tip.

“You gave me enough last night.”

I shook my head. “I’m greedy.”

She tightened the hold of her fingers in my hair, forcing me to look at her. “You know sex doesn’t make everything better, right?”

“I know that. But it doesn’t hurt either.” I teased my fingertips in soft circles on her clit until she sighed, arching her neck. “I once promised you that you’d never regret agreeing to marry me.” I urged her legs around my waist and brought the head of my cock to her entrance, gliding it up and down. “You gave up your life in New York City to move back home with me, and I took you for granted. I’m sorry.” I made sure I had her eyes on mine before I slid home. “I know we have a lot to talk about, a lot to change, but I promise you won’t regret it.”

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