Page 69 of If You Give a Grump a Christmas Tree Farm
He tugs his work gloves on and gets to work cutting it down with the little handsaw he brought. He’s wearing a flannel shirt over his thermal, with the sleeves rolled up, and he looks hot and lumberjack-y, his muscles flexing.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
When he finishes, he straightens and catches the look in my eyes, then grins, snakes an arm around my waist and tugs me against him for a kiss.
He smells like pine and woods and intoxicating male, and if I’m not careful, we’ll end up doing it right here in the woods.
After a passionate kiss, I push out of his arms, and he reluctantly lets me go.
JJ hoists the tree up over his shoulder, and we walk up the hill and make quick work of getting it set up in the tree stand in the corner of the cabin.
“Did you want to go to town to get some ornaments?” He studies the tree.
“Let me get some lights wrapped around it first.”
We work as a team, passing the lights back and forth until the bottom is fully covered. Then I grab a stepladder, and JJ passes me another strand of lights.
Before I get a chance to connect them to the first strand, I feel his hands slide over my leggings until he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and tugs them down, revealing my black lace panties.
“What are you doing?” I turn to peer over my shoulder at him.
“I couldn’t resist. The view from here was good, but I knew I could make it better.”
With me on the stepladder, his face lines up perfect with my ass.
His hands slide up my legs, and then he gives me a light smack.
“Hey,” I squeal.
Before I know it, he’s spinning me around to face him, causing me to drop the strand of lights onto the floor. My shirt is up and over my head before I can catch my breath.
“A matching set.” His voice comes out gravely as he eyes the black lace bra I wear as well.
He pulls me to him, and I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands gripping my ass.
I expect him to carry me through the house to the bedroom, but he lowers me right there to the floor at the base of the Christmas tree.
“I don’t think there could be a better present under this tree.” His gaze roams over my body, and his eyes seem to tear off my remaining clothes like wrapping paper.
I give him a sultry smile.
He keeps his eyes on me as he ever so slowly pulls my panties down and off.
“Damn,” he breathes, “I’ll never get enough of you.”
I feel wetness flood me at his words.
“Me neither,” I murmur.
He takes my legs and drapes them over each of his shoulders, and I feel the soft flannel of his shirt under my thighs as he lowers his mouth to taste me.
He gives one long, slow lick from base to clit, and my hips buck in reaction.
“Just as sweet as I expected.” His eyes flick up to mine.
Then, holding my gaze, he takes that little bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks it.
My breath catches.
