Page 28 of Getting Wrapped Up

“And you want Christmas cookies,” he said.

“I can wait on the cookies.”

He shook his head. “The perfect Christmas is about more than sex.”

She wasn’t so sure about that. “What if I told you that if you don’t take me upstairs right now, there will be nocandy caningin your future?”

He gave her a very unconcerned, very sexy grin. “You’ll be begging me for…caning.”

She wasnotinto BDSM, including—maybe especially—caning, but when he said it like that, she couldn’t deny that her nipples and other parts perked up.

She could totally be into Tucker’s type of caning.

She sighed. Now that her heart rate was slowing and the flashes ofmore, more, morefrom her clit weren’t quite as intense—oh, they were still there, they’d just calmed slightly—she thought about the cookies. And more importantly, that this guy was willing to wait on sex so that she could have her Christmas cookies immediately.

That was…unexpected. And amazing. And made her want him even more.

Plus, the whole guy-baking-for-her thing? Oh, yeah, she’d be so ready to go by the time they climbed those stairs. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to see his hands buried in the cookie dough.

And there were all kind of fun things they could do with the frosting.

“Cookies it is.”

He grinned. “Let’s go.”

Chapter Five

He was givingup sex for cookies?

The car window might have banged him even harder than the doctors thought.

But he wanted to make cookies with this woman. Not that he didn’t want to do all of the other things with her. But the driving need to give her what she wanted had culminated with his fingering her to orgasm while he stayed dressed, and damned if he didn’t feel completely satisfied in so many ways now anyway.

This trip was getting more and more surprising by the minute.

Plus, covering her in sugar, colored sprinkles and whatever else went into Christmas cookies seemed like a hell of a plan.

Until he could get some candy canes.

He was already hard—beyond hard—but the thought of all the things they were going to do with the candy canes made his cock press uncomfortably against his zipper.

She grabbed up her coat, scarf and hat but didn’t put them back on. She stepped out of the truck onto the drive in front of Joe’s house, but there was deeper snow where Levi had parked and her heels sank in. Levi rounded the truck quickly, swept her into his arms and carried her to the porch.

“Galant,” she told him with a smile.

“I can’t have you breaking your leg or neck walking in snow in those shoes. I’ve got plans for you later.”

He felt a little shiver go through her and knew it wasn’t from the cold. He let her down in front of the door and tipped the ceramic frog over to retrieve the key. He unlocked the door and swung it open, letting her step across the threshold before him.

She tossed the coat and other gear on the couch, kicked her shoes off and crossed to the nearest lamp as if she knew the room. Of course, she probably did. She and Phoebe were friends and she lived here in Sapphire Falls. Hell, maybe she and Phoebe hung out here a lot.

And that made him imagine them having dinner here with Phoebe and Joe. He could picture her beside him for summer barbecues, his niece’s birthday parties, Sunday dinners after church.

He didn’t even go to church. That was how much this woman was affecting him.

“I assume cookies happen in the kitchen,” she said with a smile.

She had no idea the crazy things going through his mind, and that was probably good, Levi thought. He’d scare her off for sure. No one thought things like this after knowing each other for one evening.

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