Page 11 of Miss Merry and Mr. Bright
Closing my eyes, I suck in a sharp breath. God, I miss them. Mom and Dad loved Christmas. We decorated every year and Mom and I danced around listening to Christmas songs, laughing and having the best time.
That first year after they passed away, I couldn’t even look at a Christmas tree without crying. But gradually, I missed that closeness to them. Missed the connection to family that the holidays meant to me.
A tear slips down my cheek and I jump when a warm hand comes out to caress my cheek. My eyes open slowly and he’s there. His cold blue eyes lit up with his own pain and desire.
“I’m sorry, Merry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s not your fault that I can’t handle how you make me feel.”
“How do I make you feel?” I whisper, my heart thumping all the way up into my throat.
“Like I’m out of control. Like you drive me crazy. Like I finally have something that’s all mine.”
I smile. “You do. I am. I didn’t think it was possible to find a new person. And that it’s you? I can’t believe how lucky I am, Jasper. You’re perfect.”
He chuckles. “I am not perfect. Far from it. I’m grumpy and snippy. I don’t say sweet things all the time. But you make me want to be a better man than I’ve ever been.”
“I don’t need a better man. I just need my man.”
“I’m yours. For your sins, I am so yours that it might as well be tattooed on my forehead.”
His head dips and his lips touch mine, so soft and gentle that it’s like the kiss of butterfly wings. Until my fingers reach up and pull his head down further and then his lips harden and his teeth tug at my lip, pulling it taut until I’m melting and moaning his name.
His knees bend and he lifts me up, holding me tight. My feet wrap around his backside and lock on the top of his ass, climbing him like a damn Christmas tree.
“You feel so damn good in my arms, Merry.”
My head falls back and I groan, “Jasper. Please, please, please. Touch me, taste me. Claim me. Make me feel like I finally belong somewhere.”
“You belong with me. That’s where you will always belong.” He slams me into the wall in the parlor and then we stumble over until he finally drops to his knees by the tree. The lights glitter like jewels and he drops me to my back. When I open my eyes, all I see is his chiseled face above me, the lights glittering in his pale blue eyes and his blown pupils washing over me like they own me.
And he does.
My heart stutters when he leans over me and his lips trail down my body until he reaches the top of my jeans. His large fingers take what feels like ages to unbutton and unzip me, slipping the soft denim down my thighs.
He groans and his hand comes up to wipe at his eyes. “God, you’re beautiful. I can’t believe how damn gorgeous you are.”
My whole body flushes and tears start in my eyes. “That’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever said to me.”
“It’s probably the nicest thing I’ll ever say to you,” he chuckles. “I’m a grumpy bastard and you know it. I can’t help it. But you make me feel like there’s hope for me.”
“I-I…”
I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence. His whole body ducks down and he pulls my legs up on the back of his shoulders. His mouth comes down and his lips trail soft, sucking kisses along my thighs while I groan and writhe under him.
Then his mouth closes on my aching pussy and my whole body goes taut, my mouth opening on a silent scream. His tongue runs along my seam and then taps at my clit until I come apart under him, my pussy clenching wildly on his tongue. He growls into my hole and then one finger slips inside me and then another and he pushes them in and out until the winding tension builds up in my body all over again and I come apart on his tongue as he laps at my juices like a wild man.
Heaving in air, I stare at him as he sits up and licks his lips, his eyes flashing pale blue fire.
Before I even think about what I’m doing, I sit up and drag him over, straddling his body and yanking wildly at his clothes, throwing them in the dark corners of the room. His pale eyes flash and dance with desire and the chiseled lines of his face glow red, green, gold and blue under me.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and my heart clenches hard.
I lean down and take his mouth slowly, drinking in every second of this time with him. Every feel, every slide, every moan.
It feels like something special, something bigger than just a moment in time.
This feels like my future.
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