Page 23 of The Christmas List

And then she slams her lips against mine, twisting in my lap until her knees are fitted on either side of my hips, hands flying to my nape as she moans against my mouth.

A deep groan vibrates in my throat while I thread my hands in her hair, tangling in the still-wet strands, pulling her impossibly closer to me.

She tastes like perfection. Like the sweetest treat on the planet.

Likemine.

We’re a flurry of frantic, desperate moves, clashing teeth, soft whimpers, both of us too lost in the moment to even care that we’re in my truck in the parking lot, surrounded by half the people in the town.

Every rock of her hips, every brush of her taut nipples against my bare skin, sends my head swimming. Her warm center in that tiny bikini presses tightly against me. My cock is so hard that it might bust through my fucking pants at any moment.

Josie nibbles on my bottom lip, biting it gently before letting it go with a breathy sigh. My palms slide up her back, pressing her tighter against me as I kiss along the edge of her jaw, memorizing every single inch of her that I can feel.

“Wyatt…” She pants my name like a prayer. “I…”

I pull back, breathing heavily as I stare up at her.

Her throat bobs as she whispers thickly, her heated gaze hitting me full force. “Take me home.”

“Are you sure?”

Without hesitation, she nods. “I’m sure.”

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josie

There’s not a lot of things that I’m sure of right now. My feelings about Wyatt, the future, what all of this means for both of us.

But what I am sure of is that Iwanthim.

Desperately.

God, I feel like I’m going to combust if I don’t feel his skin on mine, if we don’t finish what we’ve started. After that kiss the night at the Reindeer Games and then tonight’s moment in his truck that left me trembling with pent-up need, I feel like my body is onfire. Like it would only take one touch for every part of me to go up in a fiery inferno of desire.

I shut the front door behind me, flicking the lock shut, turning back to press myself against the cool wood. Wyatt’s massive body takes up so much space in my small, cozy living room as he bends in front of the unlit fireplace, adding another log inside of it.

Even with the heat on, there’s a slight chill hanging in the air, but right now, with the way that my skin is humming with anticipation, I can hardly even tell.

Wyatt never put his clothes back on after the Jingle Jump, too focused on getting me into his truck, and now that he’s standing here wearing nothing but a pair of tight swim trunks, my gaze moves over him in a slow perusal, drinking in every inch that I’ve missed since he’s been gone.

He’s raw masculinity.

Tall, broad, powerful, sculpted in ways that I can hardly even wrap my mind around.

He’s…gorgeous.

The defined muscles of his back seem to ripple as he moves the wood around inside the fireplace, and a jolt of desire pulses through me so hard that my breath catches.

I press my thighs together in an attempt to dull the throb that’s building between them, to no avail.

Wyatt’s gaze flits to mine, his mouth twitching when he sees me nearly panting against the front door.

It’s been… a while since I’ve been with anyone.

And truthfully, since he’s come back to town, I can’t even recall how many times I’ve gone back and forth in my head with this same scenario. I tried convincing myself it was a bad idea, tried to think of as many excuses as I could to talk myself out of it.

But everything kept coming back to the fact that I want him, and none of those excuses held up against the war with my heart and mind.

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