Page 49 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
I sigh loudly and slump on the sofa. “Are you always this bossy?”
“Yes. And I’ve recently discovered I’m also known as the butter and sugar girl.”
My low chuckle brings a round of pain to my nose. “Oh, shit.”
“Stay here.” I watch her round derrière in her silky pink pyjamas bottoms. She collects a tray with a bowl of chips and two glasses of wine and sets it on the live edge wooden coffee table in front of me. Then she sashays about the suite dimming the lights. She curls up beside me and turns the television to a Christmas movie.
I pull a blanket over our laps and soon our attention is on the movie.
When my nose feels frozen, I take the ice off and set it in the empty popcorn bowl. “I can’t believe my granddad punched me in the face.”
Maggie says nothing. I peek down and find her sleeping in the crook of my arm. She looks peaceful and beautiful. I could stare at her all night long. And then some.
I consider carrying her to my bed and myself crashing on the couch. Instead, I lie back and drag her down beside me. My eyelids are heavy. It’s way past my bedtime. I’ve never been one to sleep past four in the morning, but we’ll see what daylight brings. Considering the late hour and my active day, I’m not surprised when I close my eyes and welcome sleep.
I am surprised when I wake up the next morning to the sun streaming through the window. The smell of flapjacks and maple syrup fill the air. I blink into strands of silky brown hair.
Maggie’s face is buried in my chest. Her hot breath caresses my skin. Our material-covered legs are tangled at the end of the couch. And her silky top rubs my bare chest. I’m disappointed we didn’t have the energy to wake up in the middle of the night and sleepily make love. I’m even more disappointed to find we’re not alone. I can hear low voices and the rattling of dishes before I blink open my eyes. Sadie and her last night companion are flipping flapjacks over the griddle. Betty carries a hot pot of coffee and fills up my granddad’s mug. I groan when he pats her derrière, but it’s sweet when she leans down to kiss him. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my granddad smile the way he does to Betty.
Maggie wiggles against me. My morning wood twitches between us. “What’s going on?” Damn, I love her drowsy morning voice.
I kiss the top of her head. “We have company. And they’re cooking breakfast.”
Her body stretches beside mine. Small moaning sounds inch up her chest. “How did you sleep?”
“Good.”
“Me too. I’m going to pretend I don’t hear them and just stay here a little longer.” She nestles closer to me.
I tighten my arms around her. “I’m alright with that.” I rest my head against hers and close my eyes.
Our time doesn’t last. Granddad shouts over that he knows we’re awake. And Sadie creeps over to whisper flapjacks are ready.
After a delicious breakfast we get ready for the day and meet Wilma and Faye in the kitchen. Extra tables have been added. Granddad and I assist the women setting up decorating stations at each table. Betty fills squeeze bottles with an assortment of colorful icing. Sadie crushes candy canes. Wilma and Faye pour chocolate and white chocolate chips into dishes. Maggie and I sneak containers of sprinkles to each station. Betty doesn’t notice until it’s too late and the kids have arrived. Settled at their stations, the fun begins. Squeeze bottle squirt. Laughter echoes. The first shake of a sprinkle bottle makes Betty’s head snap up. Her eyes skim the tables. The look of horror on her face is priceless. As is the grin Maggie sends in my direction.
When the decorating finishes Maggie gifts each child one of her Dreamy Monster Cookiextreme’s. The kids gobble them down with glasses of juice and are given afternoon passes to the water park.
After lunch at The Crunch Corner buffet, we clean up the kitchen. We restock the decorating station and another set of children show up. We do this all day until all the cookies are decorated and I’m worn out. I’m thankful when we retire early. Even more thankful when everyone seems to have plans that don’t include Maggie or me.
“I never thought I’d get you alone.” I pin Maggie against our suite door.
Her fingers sink into the material of my shirt. “It’s been a long day of wanting you.”
A growl deep in my chest rumbles up. “I’ve wanted you so fucking much.”
Her eyes glimmer. “I’m right here. All yours. To do what you want.”
I kiss her. I’ve been waiting all damn day to taste her mouth. Too damn long. She tastes sweet and her hungry kisses meet mine. She fists my shirt, keeping me close. The action dives me wild.
I clutch her ass cheeks and carry her to my bedroom. I’m not chancing Sadie barging in on us like last night and spoiling our moment. I kick the door shut. I’m going to take my time with her. Explore every last inch. My tongue sweeps inside her mouth.
Slowly.
Softly.
Savoring every second.
Raw heat swims through me with pure need. We don’t make it to the bed. My resolve crashes around me. My body presses her against the door. I press my palm against the door above her to steady myself as I kiss her silky smooth neck. The other hand unbuttons her pants. Her panties tickle my skin. My touch warrants a small gasp out of her.
