Page 48 of Dancing in Lake Mistletoe

“Oh, right. Sorry,” I say as he nips at my bottom lip and then soothes it with his tongue.

His weight shifts fully on top of me as he settles between my legs, and I wrap them around his hips.

There is nothing between us, and I can feel every hard inch of him. He threads his fingers through the hair at the side of my face and kisses me hard as his cock finds my entrance.

I grab his ass and guide him inside of me. His tip enters, and I moan softly as he rocks forward. Filling me.

His hips begin to slowly move, driving him deeper, and it feels so good. I lock my legs around his waist, and I thrust up to meet him.

We make love at a sweet, unhurried pace. Our sweat-slick bodies move together in perfect harmony. It’s too much and not enough.

“You feel so good, wrapped around me,” he murmurs into my neck. “Like you were made for me, baby.”

“Dutch, I’m gonna …” I don’t finish the sentence before his mouth covers mine.

He quickens his pace until his legs stiffen, and I swallow his cries. I wrap my arms around him and hold on as his orgasm releases inside of me, and he collapses.

He falls to his back, and I roll to my side and go up on an elbow. I watch as his rib cage rises and falls as his breath slows.

The lights from the Christmas tree twinkle above him.

What a present he is.

He peeks an eye open. “Are you gawking at me, woman?”

I rest my chin against his chest. “Maybe.”

He hums as his fingers find my hair.

“I need a shower, but I’m so damn tired,” he mumbles.

“Want me to help you?” I ask.

He glances up at me and grins. “Not sure I have the energy for your help.”

I swat at him, and he chuckles.

I stand to my feet and reach down to him. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.”

He takes my hand, and I lead him to the shower.

Dutch

It’s daddy-daughter date night.

Isaac and I treat Josie and Cobie to dinner at the Italian Cucina on Main Street before corralling them into my truck and heading to the Sun Valley Resort.

Mom and Sela helped get them ready. They’re the cutest things, wearing dress coats with gold buttons and faux fur collars, Christmas dresses, tights, and matching ballet flats, topped with a red bow.

We haven’t told them where we’re taking them, and the two are nearly bursting at the seams with excitement.

“I love surprises,” Josie says as I help her into the backseat.

“Me too,” Cobie squeals from her seat.

The two chat animatedly the entire ride, and when we reach the resort, they ooh and aah over the lights and the holiday decorations.

I hand the key fob over to the valet as Isaac helps the girls out.

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