Page 31 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

It doesn’t matter if the kiss is only three Mississippis long. It smashes through the hate I’ve had for her all this time, and I remember just how much I love her.

Not loved.

Love.

Dammit, I love this woman. She was supposed to be my forever. You don’t just forget that, don’t just get over that.

And at the same time, I still hate her. Hate what she did to me. To us. Hate that my life looks so different than I thought it was going to this time last year.

We’re supposed to be married.Now. We were supposed to belong to each other.

When I pull away, I watch Iris’s eyes blink open, stormy gray and glimmering with wonder. Her lips part. And I just know she’s felt it too.

I drop the plate holding the pretzel and pull her into me again, kissing harder, deeper, longer.

The crowd around us explodes with excitement.

Iris’s hands grip the front of my jacket, pulling me flush to her.

Her tongue slips into my mouth andfuck, there’s no going back now.

The rest of the world almost completely drifts away. Almost.

“Just friends, eh?” lederhosen guy asks.

I tear my mouth from Iris and give him a look. “Do you mind?”

The man grins before moving onto his next victims. “Merry Christmas!”

Iris doesn’t let go with me now that we’re more alone. “Trevor–”

“I’m sorry, I let the moment get away from me. I shouldn’t have–”

“Do you want to come back to my hotel with me?”

I stare at her.

But what shocks me even more than her invitation is what I say next.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

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IRIS

Trevor slamsme up against the door of my hotel room, his mouth on mine, tongue swooping into my mouth. Claiming me.

We tumble backward into the room, remaining upright thanks to my hold on the door handle. “Fuck.”

Trevor takes the moment to move his mouth to my neck, undoing my scarf while his mouth nips and sucks at the skin.

I wrap my hand around the back of his head, fingering his beautiful curls.

Fuck, I’ve missed this. I didn’t know how badly I still wanted him.

Actually, that’s a lie. Of course I knew. But I was going to ignore it in the name of our mutual disdain.

We never got an opportunity for breakup sex. Six months later is better than never.

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