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He leans in, mouth skimming my jaw, his free hand gripping my hip to keep me close. “I love watching you fall apart for me, baby. You’re so fucking pretty when you come.”
I’m so close already, I’m shaking as the water continues pounding around us. Our skin is slick and hot, sliding together in a perfect rhythm.
“Nash. Gonna come,” I grit out, seconds before I finally let go. My hips jerk forward, chasing his hand, and a strangled sound tears from my throat as I spill across his hand and stomach.
Nash doesn’t stop. He keeps going until he’s groaning too, forehead pressed to mine, coming with a low, broken sound that sends another ripple of heat down my spine.
He captures my mouth mid-groan, and it’s such a messy, depraved kiss with so much tongue. It’s everything. The definition of passion.
“You good?” he checks after he pulls away and catches his breath.
“Yeah,” I say, blinking up at him with a dazed smile. “I think you just scrambled my brain. That was amazing.”
“Good.” He laughs and kisses me quicker this time. “Let’s rinse off. Then we can get out of here.”
We finish the shower, then a few minutes later, we’re dressed, packed up, and ready to head to the kids.
By the time we’re in the car, I’m clean, warm, and stillcarrying the buzz of being wanted so thoroughly. Nash keeps one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh as we drive toward Tess’s neighborhood. His thumb rubs slow, absent circles against my jeans.
It’s everything I could have ever wanted.
“Hey, Cay?” he says, glancing at me briefly before looking back at the road.
“Yeah?” I turn slightly in my seat.
“I was thinking…” He pauses. “I’d really enjoy doing Christmas with you and Sam. What do you think about that?”
My chest tightens in the best kind of way. I wasn’t sure if we were there yet; we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but somehow it just feels right. Everything about him and us feels right.
“I’d love to,” I say, meaning every word. “Are you sure?”
“Very sure,” he says, giving my thigh a squeeze. “I want this to be real. I want the tree, the chaos of opening presents, the matching pajamas with the kids—if you’ll humor me—the whole thing.”
A soft laugh escapes me. “I can’t think of anything I’d enjoy more. I haven't done a holiday like that in a long time.”
“Then we’ll start new traditions,” Nash says easily. “I’ll talk to Tess today—see what the schedule looks like and how we can make it work.”
“Okay,” I agree, voice a little thick. “Thank you for asking.”
“Thank you for saying yes.”
CHAPTER 24
Nash
Christmas is only four days away now, and somehow, everything feels a little more romantic and cozy because of it.
The moment we find a spot to park on the street, Benji throws the back door open, and he and Sam are scrambling out of the car to wait on the sidewalk. Emma unbuckles herself, and I open her door so she can hop out as Caleb opens the trunk to grab the gloves and scarves we packed.
We meet the boys and head to the downtown rink. It’s alive in only the way December can bring with holiday classics flowing through the speakers above the ice. The music is just loud enough to compete with the slicing of blades on the ice and the laughter of families and couples skating around the pop-up rink.
Emma tugs on my hand as we walk up to the counter to pay and get our rentals.
“Dad, do you think I’ll fall?” she asks, her voice a jittery mix of nerves and excitement.
I crouch down in front of her. “Nope. Last year’s skills will come right back. Just like skiing.”
“Promise?”
