Page 17 of New Home for the Holidays

“We’ll see,” I teased before kissing her, needing to taste her to chase away the ache in my chest that always started whenever I thought about Dad and the traditions that he was always so adamant about when it came to Christmas.

“What are you doing here, Walker?” Morgan’s question is curious and a little suspicious, but I ignore that as she pulls me out of thinking about the time we spent together and the conversation about decorations.

“I missed you, Treasure,” I rasp and her eyes light up.

The need that is always there, even when I’m not with her, takes over and I take her mouth in a kiss which shows her exactly how much I’ve been thinking about her over the last few days. The kiss is possessive with a hint of obsession. Can she taste how much I need her on my tongue?

I hope so. I want her to know. I need her to know.

Morgan moans into my mouth and I slide my tongue against hers. My hands dive into her hair and pull her flush against my body. Even with the coats we’re wearing, I can feel her curves. My cock is begging to take her again right here and now, but it’s a little too cold for that.

And I don’t have nearly enough time to enjoy her while on shift.

“Missed you so damn much,” I murmur against her mouth.

I feel her lips curve into a smile, and she huffs out a small chuckle. “You said that already, Walker,” she teases.

“Because it’s true and I’m not going to hide how I feel about you.”

She pulls back enough to look into my eyes, her gaze searching. I’m not sure what she’s looking for, but I know when she finds it. Her face softens and she presses a soft kiss to my lips.

She may mean for it to be a quick kiss, but I need more. I deepen the kiss, loving the way she melts against me and chases away the chill in the air. Fucking hell, this woman.

My woman.

“Mine,” I growl against her lips before nipping her bottom one.

She looks at me through half-lidded eyes glazed with lust and need. Yeah, I’m not going to be able to go another day without having her in my bed. It’s just not possible.

I pull a key out of my pocket and hold it up between us. Her eyes clear and widen. The way her mouth opens and closes like she’s not sure what to say is cute as hell.

“What?” Her eyebrows pull together and she looks up and me and then at the key only to repeat the movement before clearing her throat. “What is that?”

“It’s a key to my place. You’re leaving work, but I have some more hours on my shift including working a few hours at the Christmas market tonight patrolling. Maybe it’s a lot to ask, maybe it’s too fast, but I don’t give a fuck, Morgan. I want you to be at my place when I get off shift. Can you do that for me?”

Her voice is tinged with awed hope, “You want me at your place?”

“Yeah, Treasure,” I husk, “I want you there, but it’s more than that. I need you there. Not having you in my arms for the last few days has been torture.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head before protesting, “It’s only been a few days.”

Even though she’s right, I don’t say anything. I need this and I won’t be backing down. It’s clear she’s considering my demand and I’m more than willing to wait her out.

The humming sound she makes has my dick perking up because the thought of her making the same sound while her lips are wrapped around my length is sexy as fuck. When her eyes light up, I know she’s planning something. I don’t give a flying fuck what she’s planning as long as she’s at my place when I walk through the door.

“Okay, Walker,” she agrees, mischief lighting up her features, “I’ll be at your place when you get home.”

I kiss her again, needing to taste her before we go our separate ways. I’m already pushing the amount of time away from my cruiser. I know it, but I can’t seem to help myself. If there was a call it would come through my radio, but still, I should be on the streets doing my job.

If only tearing myself away from my woman weren’t so difficult.

“Thank you,” I whisper against her lips.

When I pull away from her, it feels like I’m shredding my soul in two. I know it’ll only be for a matter of hours, but that’s too damn long as far as I’m concerned. I open the door to her car and help her in, buckling her up, and kissing her forehead before I step back and close the door.

She doesn’t pull away until I’m safely back in my cruiser. I want to follow her, but I force myself to go the opposite direction.

Just a few more hours and then she’ll be in my arms again.

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