Page 34 of The Christmas List

“Pecan pie? Oh my God. You got Grams to make me this?” When he nods, I lean forward. “I have to skip dinner altogether and go straight for dessert.”

“Whatever you want, honey.” He laughs.

We eat completely out of order, starting with dessert, and then we have the main entree, and then back to the pecan pie because I can’t get enough. Especially when Wyatt sucks the sweet filling off the tip of my finger, igniting a completely different type of hunger inside of me.

Once the plates are gone, I slowly crawl into his lap and straddle him, pulling the thick blanket tight around my shoulders as I stare down at him.

“Hmmm… what should we do now on our holidate?” I murmur, leaning closer.He grins against my mouth, and I press my lips gently to the corner of his and then another at the sharp edge of his jaw that’s covered in his soft beard. The scrape against my lips is the most delicious feeling, and then my mind drifts back to the feeling in between my thighs. My core beginsto tighten in response,a pulse of pleasure shooting through me as I recall it in vivid detail.

He palms my ass, squeezing and kneading the globes through my jeans. “I think it’s time I have you for dessert, honey.”

There’s one thing that Wyatt’s even better at than wooing… and that’s devouring me, wholly and completely.

When he tightens his arms around me and stands from the couch, I yelp, inciting a low chuckle from him. He bends only to blow out the candles and then carries me up the back porch and through the back door,headed straight for his bedroom.

And now… I’mcurious.

I’ve never been in his bedroom here before, and once he pushes the door open with his foot, carrying me inside and gently setting me onto the bed, I take it all in.

The large king-size four-poster bed, made with dark wood and a mattress that feels like it might actually be made of a cloud. The matching dresser and nightstand. It’s masculine and modern yet somehow still gives an old feel to the craftsmanship.

“You look entirely too good in my bed, Josie,” He teases, the tone of his voice playful as he eyes me perched on the mattress.

My brow lifts. “Yeah?” I reach for the hem of my sweater and tug it over my head, tossing it to the floor. “What about…now?”

Wyatt prowls forward, a deliciously hungry look on his handsome face. “Now, you just look likemine, honey.”

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Josie Pearce is in my bed.

For eight long years, I never dreamed I’d get this opportunity again, and it hits me directly in the chest, nearly taking my fucking breath away. She might not be ready to admit it yet, but if there is anything I know with absolute certainty, it’s that Josie ismine.

My fingers curve around her ankle as I gently tug her to the edge of the bed, drinking in the sweet sound of her giggle and mirroring her smile with a wolfish one of my own.

I’m going to devour her.

“I’mstarving,honey. I think it’s time for my favorite dessert,” I rasp as I flick the button of her jeans open and waste no time dragging them down her full hips, letting them fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a matching set of red lace that makes my cock weep.

The lacy cup of her bra is cut low, offering me the smallest glimpse of her pink, rosy nipples.

As much as I love seeing her in this, I need it off her even more. I want to see her spread out on my bed, completely bare.

Lifting her foot to my shoulder, I dip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug them down, pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs, behind her knee, along her calf, her ankle.

Each press of my lips against her heated skin only makes me more desperate to taste her.

I toss the panties to the floor and move to work on her bra.

She shimmies out of the straps once I unclasp it, and finally, my eyes can slide over her bare flesh. Those pretty tits that fill my hands perfectly, the soft flare of her hips, her pretty, pink little pussy that’s already wet and ripe for my tongue.

Instead of dropping to my knees in front of her, I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt off, then quickly get rid of my jeans and climb onto the bed beside her.

“Hold on here,” I rasp as I settle on my back by the headboard. “And ride my face, honey.”

I watch her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t hesitate, crawling over to me and straddling my lower stomach. I can feel the wet, warm heat of her pussy along my abs, and the sensation has my cock twitching.

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