Page 11 of New Home for the Holidays

Audrey spins and starts to sing along with the band and doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. I almost snort but can’t when I look toward my Treasure again to find her eyes closed and her hips swaying like she’s unaware of anything beyond her body and the music. It’s sexy as fuck and I need to get closer.

“Well,” I grin at the guys, “it was nice hanging out, but I have a woman to dance with and claim.”

After I stand and start to walk away, I’m followed by the snickers and chuckles from the table. I don’t pay any attention to them; it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the vision of Morgan dancing. Her body stiffens when I slide in behind her and start to move with her. She looks over her shoulder and her big blue eyes focus on me before she melts against my body.

Moving with her is foreplay of the most disarming kind. Her body is fluid and graceful. I would never call myself a dancer, but for her? I’ll do anything.

Audrey grins at us and shoots me a wink which isn’t even a little bit flirty. When a man steps in behind her, I’m expecting her to swat the man away, something she’s already done once since on the dance floor. It’s not a surprising reaction since she’s married. I’m shocked for a moment when she turns and practically throws herself at the guy while giggling.

“That’s her husband, Grant,” Morgan whispers in my ear after turning in my arms. “Guess our girl’s night has come to a close,” there’s a pout in her voice which is fucking adorable.

I lean down and whisper against the shell of her ear, my lips brushing against her skin and making her shiver, “Doesn’t meanournight has to end.”

The way she blushes and bites her bottom lip while looking away even while our bodies move to the music has my cock throbbing behind the fly of my jeans. I get lost in moving with her, the way the music flows around us and the feel of her hips in my hands. Fuck, I’ve never wanted someone the way I want her.

Thinking of making her mine is dangerous because we’re in a crowded bar and there’s no way I’ll allow anyone to witness her pleasure except for me. Even the thought of it makes me feel on the edge of feral. My hand splays open on the small of her back and I pull her closer until our bodies are aligned and pressed together. Her blue eyes dilate, and her mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ when she feels how hard I am for her.

Fucking perfect.

“Morgan,” Audrey drapes herself around my girl who jolts in response and puts a little bit of distance between us; distance Ihate. “Grant figured I would get into trouble if I were out for too long,” she pouts.

“I guess it was a good thing you had his mom stop by to help with dinner then,” Morgan teases her best friend, and I find myself smiling at the ease between them. I’m glad she has a friend like this at her back. Morgan glances at me, a shy smile on her lips. “Before Grant sweeps you away,” she motions toward me, “I want you to meet Walker. He works with Jared.”

“I’m more than that, Treasure.” I wink at my girl who looks shocked for a moment before she smiles so big it’s almost painful to look at because it’s so damn beautiful. I offer my hand to Audrey and politely greet her, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Audrey ignores my hand and wraps me up in a hug. “It’s good to meet you,” she chirps. Her voice drops an octave, the warning clear, “If you hurt her, no one will find your body, officer of the law or not.”

Grant growls and pulls his wife away from me while glaring like I’m the one who initiated the hug. I hold my hands up in surrender at Grant’s possessive behavior and Audrey’s warning. Audrey is all smiles as she’s led away and out of The Range.

When I lead my woman away from the dance floor, she follows me willingly. I study her face, memorizing her features because it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve been this close to her even though it was only a matter of hours. Part of my brain is screaming at me that this whole thing is crazy, but I can’t find it in me to care. This is right.

I lace our fingers together and bring her hand up and kiss her knuckles, loving the way her eyes turn glassy with desire. Yeah, I’m going to be the one to give her all her pleasure from here on out. Every moan, whimper, and orgasm are mine.

“Can I take you home, Morgan?” I watch as the wheels in her mind begin to turn, and I swear I know what she’s thinking. “I’ve only nursed one beer the entire time I was here, and I didn’t end up finishing it,” I reassure her. “I will never do anything to put you in danger, Treasure.”

“How did you know?”

I smirk at her and shrug one shoulder, not sure exactly what she’s asking, but knowing the answer—because I just know. Call it intuition if you have to, but it just is.

She swallows hard and nods decisively, her voice just as sure as the movement, “I trust you, Walker.”

It’s a gift. One I’ll treasure, just like her.

There’s no fucking time to waste and I don’t hesitate in leading her out to my truck and opening the door for her. She looks surprised, but she shouldn’t be. It’s how she deserves to be treated. If no one else has bothered to treat her right before, I’m going to look at it as a win. She’ll get used to it.

Her voice giving me directions to her home is the only thing that breaks the silence in the truck. It does nothing to ease the tension as it rises between us. I could listen to her all day and my need for her keeps growing with every word from her lips; or it could be because of how close we’re getting to her home.

And her bed.

When I pull up outside of her place, I grin when I see the Christmas lights along the roofline and the tree sparkling in the front window. It looks peaceful here and there’s something so her about it—simple and elegant, but fun and bright. She didn’t choose white lights, no, everything is a splash of color and twinkle.

“Do you,” she pauses and takes a deep breath, nervousness rolling off her in waves, “want to come in?”

“Oh, Treasure,” I groan, “you wouldn’t be able to stop me from coming in.”

We stare at each other for a long moment. So much is unsaid between us, but it’s there floating in the closeness we share. I welcome it, embrace it, and can only hope she’s doing the same.

“Don’t you dare,” I growl when she reaches for the door.

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