Page 68 of If You Give a Grump a Christmas Tree Farm
I’m filling a mug when his body presses against my back and his lips touch my temple.
“Are you gonna ask me to forget last night happened?” he whispers.
“No.” I shake my head and turn in his arms to meet his eyes. “I don’t regret it, JJ.”
He searches my expression, as if he needs to be sure. “Good. Go sit down, and I’ll make us breakfast.”
“You sure?”
He presses a kiss to my lips. “I need to feed my woman after I wore her out last night.”
I like that he calls me his woman. It sounds good. It sounds more than good; it sounds right. “All right.”
I take my mug and sit on the porch with a blanket wrapped around me.
Half an hour later, he calls me in to eat.
We don’t get far into the meal before he’s pulling me onto his lap and feeding me. The food is barely gone when he drops the plate on the table, rips the snaps open on his flannel shirt I wear and latches his mouth to the nipple of one bare breast.
I moan and thread my fingers through his hair, my head dropping back. It’s not long before he stands, the chair skittering as he carries me to the bedroom, and we have sex again.
Afterward, we both shower then dress for the day.
I grab another cup of coffee and head out to the porch while he puts his boots on, then follows me out.
“Those are pretty clear skies considering the storm they say is supposed to be rolling in.” I sip my coffee, standing at the railing.
JJ leans against the post next to me. “Maybe it’ll miss us. Weather seems to always be changing directions.”
“Maybe so,” I agree. “So, what’s the plans for today?”
“You mean other than stripping you back out of those clothes?”
His wicked grin has my toes curling.
“Yes, naughty boy.”
That earns me a wink. “I thought I’d go get that tree you wanted for our living room. I don’t think we’ll get much tree traffic on a Wednesday. At least not until everyone gets off work.”
“Ooo yay! Can I help pick one?”
“Of course.”
Fifteen minutes later, we’re trekking out to the rows of trees. I examine them, searching for the perfect one for the space.
“How about this one?” I run my fingers over the pine needles.
“You sure? It’s a bit on the smaller side,” JJ replies.
“Yeah, but look how full it is.”
“Oh, I see. You’re a girth kind of girl.”
“Knock it off.” I laugh, swatting at his chest.
“Well, good for you… I have both.”
I scoff, but can’t give a retort because he’s not lying.
