Page 19 of A Very Grumpy Thanksgiving

I pull into my driveway and park, hurrying out to open her door for her and help her out.

“I can come over in a few to start on the house,” I tell her and she blinks.

“You don’t have to do that today. I’m sure that you have things to do.”

“Nope, I’ll be by in a bit.”

She nods, and I watch as she walks over to her house and lets herself inside. I head into my own house and wonder what to do now as I close the door behind me and look at my empty place.

I change clothes and then grab my tools and head over to her house. I hesitate as I raise my hand to knock on the door and take a deep breath. I knock, and a second later, she pulls the door open and ushers me inside.

“It’s freezing out! I was going to build a fire.”

“I can do that,” I offer, and she smiles.

“I should probably check first and make sure that it’s safe to do it,” she says with a laugh.

Her hair is damp, and she smells like strawberries and roses. I breathe deeply as I set my tools down and head over to the fireplace to see what we’re working with. Surprisingly, the fireplace seems to be in great condition, and it takes me no time at all to start a fire.

“Thanks,” she says, and I nod as I wipe my hands off on my jeans.

“What did you want me to start with first?” I ask her and she blinks as she stares at me.

I can’t quite read her expression, not at first. We stare at each other, and she licks her lips, her green eyes darkening and filling with heat. My body reacts to that and I shift on my feet like aracer about to take off. My breath stalls in my lungs as I stare down at her.

I blink, and a second later, we’re crashing together, the heat from last night flaring back to life between us as my lips move over hers.

She tastes like tea and honey, and I pull her closer against me. I don’t want any space between us. Ever.

“You drive me crazy,” I murmur, my voice low, like a confession wrapped in a promise.

My thumb strokes along her cheek, and I feel the pull between us. It’s magnetic, inevitable.

“Nolan…” she whispers a second before our lips connect again.

The kiss deepens as her hands find the front of my shirt, curling into the fabric as if she needs something to anchor her. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss. My fingers tangle in her hair, and I tip her head back as I devour her.

The kiss turns urgent, like we’re both afraid that the other will stop it before we’re ready. Saffron melts into me, her lips molding to mine perfectly. My cock presses against her, and she moans as she rubs against it.

We break apart, both of us breathing hard. She stares up at me, her eyes a little wild and her hair coming loose from her ponytail. I love seeing her like this and knowing that I’m the only one who gets to muss her up and get her to lose control.

“Remember where my bedroom is from the tour?” she whispers against my mouth, and I grin.

“Uh-huh.”

“Let’s go.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I swoop her up into my arms and take off up the stairs and into her bedroom. She giggles, the sound like music to my ears as I lay her down on the bed and come down over her.

The bed is perfectly made and I grin, loving the idea that we’re about to mess it up.

“I want you,” she whispers, and I kiss her.

“I want you too. Fucking badly.”

She smiles, seeming to grow more confident from my words, and her hands wrap around the back of my neck. She tugs me down, and our lips connect once again. She’s so soft. All of her is soft, her lips, her skin, her curves.

Her hand tugs on my shirt, and I sit up, tugging it over my head and letting it drop to the floor. Saffron’s eyes are on me, and I pause as she admires my chest. Her fingers tentatively run over my abs, and I’m thankful that I kept up with my workouts even after I left the military.

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