Page 49 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
The entire pregnancy had been extremely hard on her. From morning sickness to her sporadic hormones, our baby girl was putting her through the wringer. I felt fuckin’ helpless at times, but my brave woman was takin’ it all like a champ.
“We missed you too.” I lowered my mouth down onto hers for a brief, gentle kiss before pulling back. “But we're home now and we got the tree.” I nodded in the direction over my shoulder.
“A balsam fir?” She quirked a brow in question.
I scoffed.
“What do you think?”
I knew everything there was to know about Diana Boone. From her quirks to the small things that she didn’t even noticeherself. So, of course, I knew the type of fuckin’ Christmas tree she wanted.
“Hm, and how tall is it?”
I grinned.
“Around seven feet.”
Her eyes glossed over in heat.
Then peering over her shoulder as if to make sure Silvan wasn’t in the room, she leaned in close, placing both her palms onto my chest.
“And the?—”
“Lights? Silvan and I finished puttin’ ’em up when you were napping yesterday. And yes, they all fuckin’ work.”
Her claws dug firmly into chest, causing my cock to harden almost instantly.
“You’re too good to me, cowboy.” Her big brown eyes brimmed with emotion as she held my gaze captive.
“Told you from day one that I want to be the one you can lean on and trust. Doin’ these things make me feel like a better man—a good one. One that deserves this little family you’ve given me.” I released the hold I had on her chin and gripped her waist. Then sweeping my gaze down her swollen belly, I was overwhelmed with the irrational need to put another baby inside of her.
Leaning in close, I let my mouth graze the curve of her ear as I lowered my voice to a sultry tone I knew she couldn’t resist. “And seein’ you happy and lookin’ at me like you’d take my dick down your throat is just the icing on the cake.”
Undeniable heat flared in her eyes.
“Don’t piss me off, Lawson. The only thing that I’m ever hungry for is your cock and I can’t even have it without puking,” she grumbled in annoyance as that cute vein in her forehead throbbed to life.
Pregnant Diana was insatiable. Before, I thought she was addicted, but now she couldn’t seem to go a second without needing me.
“Three more months and you can have it all you want,” I reassured her. “But you ain’t the only one starvin’. Seein’ this swollen belly and knowing it was me who made it that way drives me fuckin’ crazy.” I cradled her bump with the width of my palm. “Makes me want to put another baby in you.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as a long gust of air blew past her lips.
Yeah, baby, I feel the same.
“God, I need you so bad, Lawson…”
Gripping a handful of hair, I drew her in closer as our mouths connected in an all-consuming kiss. I sought to silence the pent-up energy pulsing between us, or at least to channel it into this moment.
With our tongues tangled and breaths intermingling, my palm roamed soothingly over her pregnant belly as I devoured her mouth.
Fuck, I loved this woman so much—loved the three of them with every ounce of my being.
“Uh, Mom?” Silvan’s uncertain voice broke through, causing our mouths to swiftly break apart. A bright flush broke out across Diana’s face and neck as she turned to face him.
Chuckling at Silvan’s expression, I began to strip off my boots.
“Yeah, baby?” she asked while smoothing down her shirt that was riding up her belly.
