Page 23 of Snowed In with My Ex

“I. Want. You.” I enunciated each word. “In case that wasn’t clear enough, I will give you another chance. I want to grow older with you.”

“Baby.” The relief reflected in his gaze made everything inside of me turn all warm and gooey.

“We can do anything we want. Kids, no kids, new businesses, adventures? Anything is possible. It’s not one or the other, Win.”

“I know that,” he groaned. “But… kids could make it more complicated. Make things take longer to accomplish?—”

“And that’s okay.” I smiled softly. “As long as we talk and share and are on the same page with each other. I want those things. I mean, anything could set a complication to any plans. That’s life, right? I could get hit by a car––“

“Jesus, don’t say that!”

“But it’s true. Anything can happen. Life isn’t always in our control. But as long as we talk things out and are on the same page about what we want and how we feel… who cares? Do you think you can do that? That you can––”

“Yes,” He cut me off, leaning his forehead against mine, still nodding. “Yes. I can. I promise, baby girl. I promise I’ll make this last month up to you.”

“You don’t have to—” My hand rose to cup his handsome face. I smiled at the scruff against my palm. It was longer than anything I’d felt on him before. I kinda liked it. A lot.

“I do,” he cut in, and I relaxed even more in his arms. “This last month was hell. Not having you to hold.” His hands fell from my face and wrapped around my waist, then stroked the small of my back. “To kiss. To love.” My lips twitched. Win was usually so stoic, and for the most part, it was in his eyes and actions that let you know how he felt. But there were moments when Winston Nash could be a seriously sweet smooth-talker.

“I love you, Alaska Villanueva. I haven’t said it to you before because I was always stupidly waiting for the perfect moment.”

“Baby—“

“But there is no such thing.” He shrugged. “When things happen, when the moment moves us, that’s the perfect moment. Okay?”

“Okay.” I laughed, softly playing with his hair. “I missed you holding me, too.” His hold on me tightened. “I missed kissing you, too.”

“Tell me I can, please. I won’t do anything you don’t want, princess, I mean Alas?— “

“You had it right first,” I cut in with a soft smile on my lips. “I’m your princess.” I willingly gave him so much more of myself. “I’m your princess, and you’re my daddy,” I admitted. Because if we were going to do this, if we were really going to try and give this thing a second chance? I needed to be in it completely. Just like I had a feeling he would be.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he growled. I started to giggle, but the sounds were muffled when his lips crashed against mine. Sealing the promise of a future so bright and beautiful, my eyes prickled with unshed tears.

Winston

My hands grippedthe sides of her face while we kissed. It was like I couldn’t get my body to comprehend that she was giving me a second chance. One I wouldn’t take for granted.

“Win,” she breathed. My lips dropped to her jaw, nipping at her succulent flesh.

I wanted her to call me something else. It wasn’t fair, but fuck me if I didn’t ache for it. I knew I had to put in work to get her to trust me again. To regain the faith she had in us just a month ago. I would get there.

“Such a pretty, tasty girl,” I drawled slowly. Dragging my teeth and lips down the line of her neck. I loved the little breathy pants she made. “Does daddy’s princess want more?”

“Yes… yes, please, Winston,” she begged. My dick strained to break out of the soft cotton joggers I was wearing.

“Fuck yes, beautiful.” I lifted her up off the couch and set her down. She looked at me slightly confused.

Without explaining and having no idea how the hell I moved so fast, I tossed blankets on the ground in front of the roaring fire along with pillows. I turned and picked her back up in myarms, then gently laid her down onto the makeshift bed on the ground. I looked at her below me and smiled.

She was bundled up.

Joggers and an oversized sweater with that sexy little nightie peeking through. She wasn’t showing off any skin, it was too cold for that, but she was sexier and more breathtaking in that moment than I had ever seen her.And she’s mine, the daddy inside me growled, needing to pound on his chest.

“Win?” Her gaze searched mine, and my shoulders relaxed. My entire fucking body did.

“I’m going to eat my princess’ pretty little pussy until she’s screaming for me to stop,” I promised filthily, dipping my head down so I could kiss her. So incredibly grateful she let me. She was giving me a second chance. This time, I wasn’t going to mess it up. Not again. Not ever. My body hovered just above hers, making sure I didn’t put any of my weight on her.

“Win,” she moaned. “Please,” she whispered.

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