Page 14 of Christmas with Hope

He placed slow kisses up along my neck.

“You. I need you. Please,” I pleaded.

Colton sat up and I began to protest from the sudden loss of his body against mine. But when he slipped his shirt over his head, displaying his gorgeous, toned body, all was forgiven.

“Wow,” I gasped, running my hands across his chest.

Everything about his body was perfect. It looked like he had been hand sculpted by a great artist.

I sat up and placed kisses across his chest. Between the places I kissed, I ran my tongue slowly along his skin. Colton gripped my waist firmly.

“I can stop if you want me to?” I smirked, flicking his nipple with my tongue. “Do you want me–”

“No,” he blurted, making me hold back a laugh from his enthusiasm. “Ugh. I’m messing this up.”

He pulled back leaving my mouth with no skin to touch.

“Colton,” I groaned, looking up at him. “Do you not want me?”

“What?” His voice was the manliest shriek I had ever heard. “Of course I want you,” he stroked my cheek lightly.

“But…”

“No buts,” he smiled. “I should be a gentleman and warm you up.”

“I am warm. I promise.” It was hard to hold back my eagerness and need. Not having his touch on me or my touch on him was torture. Pure torture.

Colton stood up, making me lay flat on the ground with my eyes closed.

Buzzkill.

My eyes flew open when Colton picked me up off the floor. He cradled me in his arms, looking down at me with a grin.

“I think the bed would be more comfortable,” he kissed me swiftly then carried me out of the room.

“I can walk,” I giggled into the crook of his neck.

“There’s no fun in that,” he said, opening one of the bedroom doors and carrying me inside.

The coldness from the room wrapped around me like an ice blanket. I pulled closer to Colton and shivered.

“Holy hell,” he growled then turned on his heel and headed back into the living room. He set me down in a chair closest to the fireplace. “Warm-up, darling. I'll light a fire in the bedroom.”

“It’s okay…” My words dwindled and a giggle replaced them when he bounded out of the room.

The whole day was like something out of a cartoon.

Chapter Seven

“Hope,” Colton’s soft voice called to me.

“Hmm?” I asked with a yawn.

“You fell asleep,” he chuckled.

I shot up with my eyes wide open. Sleepily, I looked around the room.

“Ugh. I’m sorry,” I groaned.

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