Page 55 of All I Want For Christmas

He could move fast when he wanted to and he was up next to her, settled under the covers, in a blink. Hauling her onto his chest, he sighed in contentment. “Don’t let me fall asleep.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” she murmured, her own voice lazy and slumberous.

“Talk to me.”

But she didn’t, just gave a yawn, her fingers tracing a pattern over his chest in a soothing manner that had Christian’s eyes drifting closed.

He fell asleep in less than two minutes, comfortable and content with Blue in his arms.

Blue woke up warm and cozy, momentarily disoriented as to why her bed was so comfortable and the bedding so soft on her skin, until she remembered she was in a motel room with Christian. Sometime during the night she had slid off of him, just her leg still over his, her hand on his chest. His naked, very hard chest.

The muscles were nice. She was amazed at how nice they really were.

And how nice Christian was.

So nice it scared her. She was waiting for the minute it turned and his asshole nature finally revealed itself. For the moment when he proved he was as selfish as the next person.

His hand covered hers and he yawned. “Merry Christmas, Blue.”

Her heart squeezed in a way she both liked and was terrified by. His voice was scratchy and still sleepy.

“Merry Christmas,” she managed, even though she had the sudden urge to bolt out of bed, get dressed, and run as far from him as she possibly could.

This man had the power to hurt her when he finally disappointed her and that was scarier than any snowstorm.

“Mmm,” he said, turning and kissing her forehead. “I would give anything for bacon and eggs and some big old pancakes.”

“Maybe Roy can hook you up.”

“Maybe. But that would mean I have to get up and I’m comfortable just lying here forever.”

She was too, which was precisely what had her unfurling herself from him and throwing back the covers.

“Ahh,” Christian said. “It’s cold out there. Where are you going?”

“The bathroom.” Without looking at him, knowing if she did, she might just embarrass herself and wrap her arms around him,or worse, get weepy, Blue picked up her discarded pajama pants and pulled them on, along with her T-shirt.

A peek out the window showed that it had stopped snowing and it looked like the plow had made at least one pass on the main road, though the parking lot was buried. With any luck, she could get a tow arranged and then...do what?

She wasn’t sure. Getting a rental car on Christmas was bound to be dicey, but if Christian could take her to the airport in Lexington, she would have options. Fly south, rent a car, get a hotel. She could do something.

Which would be better than staying here feeling like she might hyperventilate from emotions she didn’t altogether understand.

Rummaging through her suitcase, she found a pair of jeans and the only shirt she’d packed that had sleeves. Along with undergarments and her toiletries bag, she headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Well aware of Christian’s eyes following her, she didn’t dare look at him.

“Is there a fire?” he asked.

Yes. “What do you mean?” she asked nonchalantly.

“What’s the hurry? I doubt we’re going to be able to find a tow truck this morning and the longer we linger, the easier our drive to Lexington will be. Give them time to clear the roads. We don’t even know if the highway has been reopened.”

“Well, we’re not going to know if we stay in bed, are we?”

She dared a glance at him and he was sitting up, studying her carefully. “Is something wrong?”

“No, of course not. I just can’t fix the problem and get to Miami if I don’t get out of bed.”

He threw back the covers and revealed his naked body, his cock partially hard in what she hoped was just a sleep erection. She couldn’t handle another round of amazing sex withoutsaying something stupid or needy or vulnerable. She’d already blathered on too much last night, telling him about her family.

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