Page 8 of Connected By Christmas
“Maybe that’s why it has always been my favorite Christmas song. I would play it on repeat around the house and get this warm feeling every time I heard it. It was you I was feeling.”
“Yeah, it was me.” She buries her face deeper into my sweatshirt as I hold her tighter. Lost in our thoughts, we let the soft music wash over our bodies as we gently move together. “Look, Em, it’s snowing.”
She glances up, and a beautiful smile lights her face. The snow is coming down in white flurries surrounding us with all the windows.
“It’s like we are in our very own snow globe,” she breathes.
“It does feel like that,” I murmur against her hair.
“It’s beautiful,” she says in awe. “I don’t think this Christmas could be any more perfect.”
“Are you sure about that?” She looks up at me, and her eyes follow mine to where the mistletoe hangs in the door frame we ended up under.
Smiling, she weaves her hands around my neck and into my hair. “Kissing under the mistletoewouldmake it more perfect.”
“Definitely,” I breathe, bending down inches from her lips. I watch them part as her green eyes meet mine. I thread my hands under her messy bun and clasp her face with both hands.
“Kiss me,” she whispers seconds before my lips meet hers.
Chapter Four
Noah and Emma
EMMA
He tastes like Christmas.A soft moan escapes at the intoxicating blend of Noah and my favorite cookie. His tongue finds mine as he pulls me in deeper. I could kiss this man forever. My hands drop to the hem of his sweatshirt before sliding inside and grasping his back.
The skin-to-skin contact immediately makes me want more. I lift the fabric, and he breaks away to toss it over his head. His blue eyes pierce me as he walks me back until I hit the doorframe. He leans against the frame with his hand on the wall above me, blocking me in.
His other hand tugs on the string of my hoodie. “This won’t do. You are wearing entirely too many clothes.” I lift my sweatshirt before tossing it to the ground. His gaze immediately turns hungry, leaving my body screaming for his touch.
His finger trails down my neck before sliding between my breasts. My nipples tighten as goosebumps appear on my skin.His eyes darken as he watches my body react to his touch. When he finally rubs his thumb over my aching nipple, I close my eyes and gasp as my head falls back on the wood frame.
He teases one and then the other with his skilled hands and mouth. By the time he is done, I’m wet and throbbing for him. He pulls back, and his eyes cloud with desire. My gaze goes to the front of his pants, where he’s straining against them. I reach out and run my hand down his hard length and see him clench his jaw tight. I love seeing this beautiful man fight to stay in control from just my touch.
He swoops me up as if my pregnant body weighs nothing and carries me to the bedroom. I can’t help but take in the view when we step inside the room. The fireplace is still on from last night, and the snow is coming down harder, blanketing everything in white.
He throws back the covers and lays me down on the bed. Standing to full height, he steps out of his pants and boxer briefs, leaving his gorgeous body on full display for me to admire. I watch him fist his hand around himself and slide slowly down before coming back up. The soft velvet tip glistens as his arousal becomes too much to contain.
My eyes never leave his as I lift my hips and slide my sweats and thong down my legs, kicking them off with my feet. His nostrils flare when I reach down to touch my breasts. I squeeze them hard as heat floods my body.
“Noah,” I whimper, closing my eyes and succumbing to the ache I feel between my legs.
“Do you want me deep inside you, Emma?” His voice is low and has that sexy growl that turns me on even more.
“Not want,” I rasp out, opening my eyes to meet his. “Need. Ineedyou deep inside.”
“Jesus,” he grounds out between his clenched jaw. “The things you make me feel when you talk like that.” He walksaround the bed and crawls in next to me. I turn on my side and moan when I feel him press against me. His arm wraps around under my belly as I bend further on my side, giving him better access. “I need to be inside you too, baby,” he breathes against my neck before sucking the area he knows is my weakness. He slides in and fills me deeply. “It’s where I belong…where I always fucking need to be.” He moves against me, going deeper.
His words set my body on fire as I clutch the pillow and push my bottom further against him, wanting to feel him in every cell of my body. His hand grips me tightly where we are joined, causing my swollen bud to rub against his palm.
It’s like feeling everything at once. My heart, mind, body, and soul collide into his, creating our own energy. It always takes me by surprise when I feel it with him. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt and not something you can put into words. It’s just…our souls connecting.
“I love you so completely, Emma,” he breathes against my back. “I will always love you this completely.”
“I love you, too.” I feel tears prick my eyes from all the love I’m feeling in this moment. “I will always love you this completely…always,” I whisper.
He moans against my hair, and when he goes deeper than I ever thought possible, we fall together in an explosion of sensations. I cry out as my body pulses around him, matching his release. Our souls collide and become one again like we always were meant to be. I cry softly into the pillow as my body tries to hold all the love flowing through me right now.
