Page 16 of Say Yule Stay
The admission warms my heart, and I can feel myself blush before a feeling of sadness settles over me.
Because there won’t be any other moments like this after the storm passes.
“What’s with the face?” Walker’s voice is a concerned rumble, and I give him my best innocent expression.
“It’s…snowing but I want to make a snowman and thought you’d say no.”
He narrows his eyes at me like he’s trying to figure out just how full of shit I am.
The answer is completely, but there’s no way I’m admitting that.
Do I want to build a snowman? Not particularly.
Will I get bundled up solely so I don’t have to admit that I already miss Walker and I haven’t even seen his penis yet?
One hundred percent.
“You’re not doing it right!”I yell, hiding the smile on my face with my glove as Walker pants and glares at me. “You have to keep alternating rolling it forward and then to the side so it rounds itself out.”
“I know how to make a snowman, Lace.” My name is a grunt as his boots slip on the packed snow.
That doesn’t stop me from shouting more helpful suggestions, though.
“If you don’t make the base bigger it won’t support the body.”
Standing to his full height, Walker turns and lunges for me. I’m so caught off guard I can’t move anywhere fast enough before he tackles me into the snow. A laugh bursts out of me as I stare up into his handsome face.
With warm gray eyes and high cheekbones, Walker Hull is without a doubt the most beautiful man I’ve ever known.
And it’s not just skin deep.
This man is the entire package, and as he lies on top of me in the snow, I swear I can feelhispackage despite all the layers separating us.
God, I want him.
“You’re lucky I didn’t try to put a handful of snow down your pants,” he rasps, his hands sinking a little deeper into the snow where they’re braced on either side of me.
“Lose the snow and you can absolutely put your hand down my pants.”
Groaning, he kisses me hard.
Passionately.
Unapologetically.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth to deepen the kiss, our breaths mingling together creating white puffs of air, but I can barely feel the cold—not with the way Walker consumes me.
“You’re not getting out of building a snowman,” I manage when he finally pulls back, his tongue snaking out to drag over his bottom lip. I’d squeeze my thighs together if he wasn’t currently kneeling between them.
“Then get up before I strip you out of these pants and bury my face between your legs.”
“Tease.”
“Try me.”
My mouth forms a perfect O, as Walker pulls me up but doesn’t let go, his hands falling to my ass as he squeezes and grinds me against him.Why are we wearing so many layers?
Maybe it’s my imagination, but I swear I can feel him, hard and needy, and I just want to feel all of that inside me.
