Page 14 of Never Been Snow Lucky

“Oh, I see. Your plan was to sweet-talk your way in here and eat all my cookies?”

Gripping my hips, he pulled me flush against his body. His hard length pressed against my belly, making my panties damp. “I didn’t hear any complaints this morning when I was eating your cookie.”

Him calling my pussy a cookie probably should’ve made me cringe, but that wasn’t even close to how I reacted. My inner walls fluttered at the reminder of how hard I came when he had his mouth on me. “I think you should leave the puns to me.”

He stroked his palm up my spine, sending a tingle of awareness in its wake. “I suppose my talents lie in different areas.”

“You can say that again,” I mumbled, burying my face in his broad chest.

“I’d prefer to give you another demonstration again. Soon.”

I was sorely tempted to take him up on the offer right now, but the timer had only seven minutes left. Not nearly enough time for what I wanted to do with Jack. It’d have to wait until later…and maybe by then, I would have convinced him that my wrist had healed enough for more than just him eating me out.

As amazing as that was, I wanted more. Now that I’d taken that first step with a man, I was chomping at the bit to experience so many other things with Jack. I’d finally found the guy who I could see myself with, and waiting even a few more days seemed impossible. I’d never been impatient to hop into bed with someone for twenty-five years, but Jack was too much temptation for me to handle. The man was the whole package—sexy as all get-out, intelligent, and kind.

I’d hit the trifecta with him, which was why I wasn’t playing it safe like I normally would. I wasn’t much of a risk-taker, preferring to be cautious. But being careful seemed as though it would be the bigger risk in this unusual situation. I wasn’t sure how long I would have with Jack, and I didn’t want to miss out on seeing what could happen between us while I had the chance.

“Soon works for me.”

“Good,” he rasped, lowering his head to claim my mouth in a deep kiss that lasted until the buzzer went off.

I shook off my sensual fog as he pulled the baking sheet out of the oven. After we transferred the cookies to a plate, we repeated the process all over again. Ten minutes later, we had two dozen cookies, and the first batch was almost ready to decorate. This was a long-standing tradition that I had with my mom, and having Jack here to do this with me helped to ease the sting of my parents’ absence.

We mixed up several batches of colored frosting—red, blue, green, yellow, and white. Then we put the variety of sprinkles to good use. By the time we were done, the kitchen was a mess, but the cookies looked amazing. “Seems as though we found something else you’re especially talented at.”

He winked at me and grinned. “You’ll soon find out that I have all kinds of talents, angel.”

I was looking forward to it.

10

JACK

The fire crackled, the only light illuminating Iris and me in the living room besides the colorful bulbs on the tree. The inn’s generators gave us more than enough power to use the lights, but there was something about sitting in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve, especially snuggled up with Iris under a blanket.

I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the day. We’d gorged ourselves on leftover spaghetti before making a dent in the cookies we hadn’t eaten after we finished decorating them. Then we got comfortable on the floor in front of the fireplace, my back resting against the couch with Iris nestled between my legs.

Having her so close was hell on my self-control. My cock was already rock hard as she pressed her back against me, my arms wrapped around her waist as she rested her head against my neck.

Breathing in the scent of the fire and her vanilla shampoo, I was at peace. It was a stark contrast to the storm raging outside. And I was also still horny as hell.

We’d been babying her wrist and icing it every few hours. The swelling had gone down significantly, and she was able to move it again with only slight bruising.

But her injury wasn’t the only reason I was holding back. There was also the fact she was a virgin.

I wasn’t going to force her to do anything until she was fully on board—physically and mentally—but damn if I wasn’t chomping at the bit to make Iris mine.

“Do they teach you how to build fires in ski patrol training?” she asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“No, I learned that in Boy Scouts,” I whispered.

“Or was it elf scouts?” Her whole body vibrated against me as she laughed.

“Yeah, obviously, I work for Santa. Ho, ho, ho,” I said, nuzzling her neck.

She squirmed, giggling, which only made me harder, my cock pressing into her back.

“If you work for Santa, can you tell me if I’ve been naughty or nice?” she asked, looking over her shoulder and fluttering those long eyelashes.

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