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“That this was the best Christmas I’ve had in years,” I rumbled back.
She peered up at me and whispered, “Me too.”
Knowing what I was really asking, I said, “It’s late, and I’m tired of listening to Hopkins snoring. Should we… go to bed now?”
I wanted to keep her trapped out here with me forever. If I never cut the rest of the oak, she could be my prisoner. A forest wife. We’d forage from the land and rut like hungry animals whenever we felt like it. And she’d never,neverleave again.
Poppy nodded. “I’dloveto go to bed.”
I bet she would. I bet she’d love to have me buried inside her sweet, sweet pussy.
The heat that had been growing between us all day had just reached a boiling point.
And it ignited as I stood up, my cock straining in my jeans as I tugged her into my arms. Then we shuffled down the hallway, leaving Hopkins where he slept.
I’d never needed a woman as badly as I needed Poppy right now.
Chapter 19
Poppy
Corbin had been touchy-feely with me all night long. And when he walked me to the bedroom with his hands firmly planted on my hips, I knew what was about to happen.
I pulled two things out of my overnight bag and laid them on the bed.
Grinning at him, and more than a little tipsy, I told him, “You’ve got two choices, Corbin. Which would you prefer me to wear tonight?”
On one side was a full-length flannel pajama set.
And next to it was a slinky, see-through pair of undies.
He looked at what I’d laid out, and his brows lifted almost all the way to his hairline.
“Youdidtell me to wear more clothes tonight. I’m just checking to see if you really meant that.”
Corbin adjusted his pants. Then he met my eyes, hungry with lust.
“So I’m guessing you don’t have a boyfriend, because I don’t want to get in the way if you have something going with Boone or Easton.”
My face lit up with delight. “I definitely don’t have a thing for BooneorEaston. I knew them when I was a kid. They were a lot older, and good to me after my mom moved out. When my dad would go on his benders, those boys would take turns bringing me home to their parents to feed me dinner. For a while, I spent more time sleeping on their couches than I did sleeping in my bed at home. I like to give them a little gift every year to let them know I haven’t forgotten what they did for me.”
Corbin gave me a serious stare. “So you’re not holding a secret torch for either of them?”
The wine loosened my lips, allowing the truth to pour out. “Nope. I might have had a little crush when I was a kid, but I outgrew that. Being around themdidignite a healthy appreciation in me for older men. The only torch I have is a new one I lit foryourecently, Corbin Wallace.”
The look that came over his face was wicked and hungry.
It sent sparks of fire shooting through me.
Then the whole bedroom erupted in fireworks. The smolder of interest that had been sparking between us since we first met turned into molten heat.
He took three quick strides across the bedroom, tossed both bedtime outfit choices to the ground, then lifted me up and pressed me against the wall.
“You sure you want this?” he growled. “I’m a bad choice, Poppy. And if you let me take you once, it’s only the beginning. Thiswon’tbe a one-night stand.”
The man sounded serious about me.
I answered by wrapping my legs around him as my heart melted into a gooey puddle of sweet stuff. All I wanted forChristmas was Corbin Wallace. And it looked like Santa had delivered my gift request straight to me.
