Page 10 of The Christmas Wife

Amelie

Finally, finally, finally he’s kissing me… He’s… Oh! Warmth, heat, the taste of him pours through my veins, fills my senses. Hot, lush, complex and fiery, notes of ginger, cardamom, bitter orange and sumptuous creamy champagne. Oh, my…he tastes like my very personal favorite dessert… If I had to bottle this taste, make it into a dessert, it would be called... Kinky Banana Split? No, Kinky Pavlova, maybe… Kinky Almond and Chocolate cookies with pomegranate seeds and a splash of brandy… Oh, my, my. I’d totally dive into that concoction headfirst; after I’d scooped up the cream from the dark surface, licked it up, and my fingers... Then rub the mixture all over that delicious torso, down to his impressive bon-bons and— Wait, did I just call his balls bon-bons? Does that make his very impressive dick a…rhubarb and chocolate cock pop?

A giggle boils up my throat. Above me, he freezes, leans back until his mouth is poised just above mine. "What’s so funny?" he rasps.

"N…nothing." I’d lick his shaft like a penis cake—I choke.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"N…no," I gasp.

"What are you thinking?" He frowns down at me. An expression of genuine frustration on his face. My stomach flutters. Jesus, if that isn’t the hottest thing I have seen… This alpha male, all flummoxed… Not to mention, still wet and naked, and holding my nape like I am a kitten.

Max whines in my arms. I glance down. "I think he’s cold; I need to get him inside the house."

"He can wait."

"You’d allow a baby to freeze?" I scowl.

"He’s a dog…"

"A pet."

"A mutt."

"A child." I frown.

"Fine."

"Fine what?"

"We’ll take him to the other room, but first, 'fess up."

"What?" I blink rapidly.

"What made you chuckle earlier?"

"Nothing."

"It’s something." He glares at me and a shiver runs down my spine.

"Maybe," I finally say.

"So, you were lying to me?"

"No," I stutter.

"I hate liars."

"Trust me, you don’t want to hear this," I mumble.

"Trust me," he lowers his thick brows, "I do."

"You won’t like it."

"Let me decide that."

Like hell, I will.I snicker to myself.If you think I am going to tell you my X-rated thoughts, you have another think coming.

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