Page 37 of Such a Naughty Girl

‘Izzy?’The grumble of his sleep-laced voice hit me right in the chest, my face breaking into a massive grin.

‘Merry Christmas, Emmett.’

A thousand-watt smile lit his face as he crouched down in front of me. ‘You know you can come in without needing to be on your knees this time…’

A laugh tumbled from me as I ditched the packages and flung myself into his arms. ‘Thought you liked me on my knees.’

‘I like you here,’he mumbled into my hair, his breath warm and welcoming against my neck. ‘Right here.’

‘Nowhere I’d rather be.’Tears pricked at his warm embrace, those strong arms wrapping me in a layer of happiness.

‘Fuck, Princess. I’ve missed you.’

I moved back a little, looking up into his face. Our lips met in a furious clash of need, an entire year of pent-up desire welling between us. It was like coming home. Better than home.

His hands skimmed my spine, pressing me flush to his chest as he enveloped me with his rugged body. The urge to climb him like a fucking treeoverwhelmedme, but a certain four-legged friend pushed his furry nose between us. A barrage of wet, doggy-breathed kisses had us both laughing.

‘I missed you too,’I cried, wrapping my arms around Chunk’s shaggy neck.

Emmett stood, reaching down and taking me by the hand.

‘Get your sweet ass in here.’

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

EMMETT

Izzy.

In my cabin.

In the flesh.

Holy shit.

My skin buzzed from head to toe; like herappearancehad short-circuited something in my brain.

I couldn’t stop touching her. The warmth of her skin made me feel more alive than I had since the last time she had been in my arms.

‘You came back,’I murmured, leaning down to drag a series of heated kisses over her jaw.

‘I couldn’t stay away.’Her sweet voice dripped into me like the richest of honey.

Her coat hit the floor as she shrugged it off, my hands sliding up into the back of her top, needing contact with her skin like it was oxygen itself.

Sliding my fingers into her silken tresses, I tightened my grip, tipping her face to mine. She tasted of sweetstrawberryand mint as I claimed her lips, my kiss demanding. With a heap of simpering moans, Izzy meltedbeneath my touch, yielding to my hands and mouth as though she’d been holding herself together until that very moment.

‘Daddy,’she whispered when our lips broke apart. ‘Fuck me.’

‘There’s no rush, Princess,’I said, knowing that holding back wouldphysicallyhurt me with the intense erection already filling my pants. I didn’t want her to feel like it was all I wanted her for. It was so much more than sex.

‘Do I need to beg?’Izzy demanded, herconfidencehaving grown in spades since the prior year.

‘I’ll gladly force you to your knees and make you beg later. But it won’t take any begging to have me now. I’ve burned for you since the moment you walked out of my cabin. I need you.’

‘Show me, Daddy.’

The word on her lips was my undoing. A primal drive took over. To claim her. To make hermine.

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