Page 4 of First Christmas

“Becks!” I yelled, softly, not wanting to wake Nat up.

“Kitchen!” I heard my fiancée’s raspy voice reply.

Picking up the bags of soup and cupcakes I smiled and hurried through the warm living room to get to her. No matter how many days I came home to this woman, I couldn’t help the feeling of excitement I got before I set eyes on her. I couldn’t believe she was mine.

My fiancée was in the kitchen of my home, waiting on me after work.

“What in the hell are you doing, Rebecca?”

All jovial emotions faded out as I stared, mouth hanging open at my curvy fiancee, on her tiptoes, on the kitchen counter, stretching towards the top of the cabinets.

“Cleaning.” She smiled at me over her shoulder, continuing on with her business like nothing was the matter, and my heart wasn’t beating out of my chest. I knew women were strong and capable creatures, but she could fall and break her neck and she was here without anyone to catch her if she fell.

“You couldn’t wait until I got home to at least spot you? Didn’t you just clean those last week?” I grumbled, setting the bags of food on the bar and moving to stand behind her. I stared at the back of her legging-covered knees.

Damn. Even the back of her legs turned me on.

“I didn’t wanna bother you when you got home. I had the time,” she shrugged one shoulder, not even turning to look at me.

I quirked an eyebrow and began to lift my eyes up towards her head, but stopped at her ass, shamelessly checking her out.

“Could’ve fallen and broken your neck.” I said, distracted now.

“It's fine, grouch. I’m almost done. What do you think I did all those years without you?”

I scowled up at her cheeky face looking down at me. I hated when she brought that up. I knew she’d been alone, handled herself and a child for years. I knew she’d done everything independently, but she didn’t have to now. I was here. I was supposed to help shoulder her burdens.

“Alright, sassy,” I reached up with my big hands, tattoos covering the back of them, and gripped her waist from behind. Running my palms up under her shirt, meeting bare skin.

Becks scowled down at me as she bent her legs, lowering to move down.

“Now who’s going to make me fall?” she asked, breathlessly, but she couldn’t hide the heat in her eyes. I helped her down, spinning us to press her into the counter.

“I missed you,” I murmured against her lips before kissing her deep. I stroked the seam of her lips gently and she parted for me like she always did. Our tongues dancing together as her hands moved up my back, scorching through my uniform shirt.

“You just saw me eight hours ago,” she gasped, breathlessly. Her chocolate eyes gazed up at me in a daze, and I smirked.

“Nat still asleep?” I asked softly, bringing my hand up to brush her hair off her forehead, tucking it behind her ear.

She nodded, “Sleeping is the best thing for this bug, it seems.”

“Good.”

I swept down, kissing her harder and deeper as she groaned. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she raked her fingers over the back of my scalp and through my hair as I ground my hips against her. All I had to do was sense her being near me, catcha whiff of her shampoo or some shit, and I got hard. My hands wandered down her sides, under her shirt, then back up over her stomach and covered her breasts, kneading them through her bra. I loved how soft she felt, warm and cozy, even as she shivered from my hands being outside in the cold.

I felt her nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of her bra and focused on them, circling them with my thumbs while we kissed each other senselessly. She was always so responsive when I touched her here. There were a few times I was sure she was going to come just from the stimulation to her nipples. It turned me on to no end and I was determined someday she would.

“Lucas,” she moaned softly, pulling back, panting softly.

I simply kissed down her neck, sucking and biting as I went.

“I need you, woman,” I growled.

Suddenly, I had to have her. It was always like this with us.

“Yes,” she pleaded, pulling me closer to hold me tight against her.

I looked down into her eyes again.

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