Page 5 of One More Gift

“I don’t want to talk about my flight.” I track my gaze from her foot all the way up her legs until I watch her throat bob.

“What do you want to talk about, then?”

Her question is barely a whisper, but in the quiet of the remote house, I hear her loud and clear.

“I don’t want to talk at all, actually.”

I don’t want there to be any awkwardness between us, but with so much buildup, I’m talkingyearsof tension, I think we have to push straight past it. I’m certain we both know what we want, even if we haven’t been able to say it out loud for some time. We need to break down our walls so we can put ourselves back together again, anew. I can’t dance around it anymore.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

That’s new, but it feels like butter in my mouth, and I love it.

She’s smiling too much to move, hiding her mouth behind her thumb the way she does when she’s nervous. She has nothing to be nervous about with me, so I cup one hand behind her knee and reach the other around her waist, lifting her into my lap with ease.

She lands with a moan, her skirt riding up her thighs as she sinks down into me. It’s impossible to suppress a moan of my own when my hands find their home on top of her bare legs.

“Is this OK?”

“Very OK,” she nods, resting her hands on my shoulders.

“Good.”

My girl, at long last, is right where she belongs. I tip my head back against the sofa cushions so I can get a better look at her. Her eyes, full and bright even in the low light, that pouty bottom lip that drives me fucking nuts when she tugs it behind her teeth. I don’t want to be the guy that just stares at her tits, but I know they’re right fucking there and if I lower my gaze just a fraction, I’ll never be able to look away.

Please.

I see it written in her eyes.

There’s always been this thing between us, her reading my mind, answering without words, but some things need to be said out loud so there’s no room for mistakes.

“I want you so fucking much, Sass.” My thumbs stroke soft, lazy circles around the inside of her thighs. Her head slumps forward, and I feel the toned muscles twitching. Knowing the effect I’m having on her gets me even harder, and when she rocks her hips slightly, I wonder if she feels what she’s doing to me.

“Me too.”

“Let me hear you ask for what you want.”

“I… I…” I pinch the inside of her thigh and she yelps. “I want you to kiss me.”

It’s the very least I can do. Sitting up straight, I boost her closer to me, one hand under her perfect ass, the other tipping her chin until her mouth is just millimetres away from mine. This pretty, fiery, passionate thing. It was the very first thing I loved about her as I followed the sound of her laugh across a crowded lecture hall.

She sinks even lower and her lips land on mine, electricity zipping between us until she opens for my tongue and—

Bright light beams through the window, dazzling us both. She pulls back, shielding her eyes from the onslaught.

“What on earth…?” she says, climbing off me, straightening her skirt from where it’s ridden up high.

Saskia peels back the curtains, and the room darkens again as the driver kills the engine. I move to stand behind her, wondering who would be visiting at this hour, in the middle of nowhere.

A heavy sigh pours out of her when the car door opens and a shadowy figure steps out into fresh, crisp snowfall.

“Who is it?” I ask, and she tips her head back against my chest and groans.

“It’s my husband.”

Chapter 4

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