Page 11 of My Sweetart Holidate

Before I can utter the question, he reaches between our bodies and fingers my uber sensitive clit. I lose all ability to think or speak. I surrender even further, sinking into the sensation of our lovemaking as he rocks his cock in and out of me in a rhythm just a notch about gentle.

His mouth slides down my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. His lips surround an erect nipple and his teeth scrape the sensitive skin. The combination of sensations is overwhelmingly pleasureful. A euphoria that shouldn’t exist but somehow does.

I rock my hips harder, urging Kash to pick up the pace.

Tingles start in my fingertips and toes as his easy strokes become deliberate thrusts, each one lifting my hips from the bed. Each time our bodies slam together, the urgency grows. The tingles spread into my arms and legs. The bed creaks beneath us. Kash flashes me a wicked grin before rocking into me even harder.

The tingles explode in my core in one sudden burst. I cry out a string of obscenities. I cry out his name. I cry out words I don’t recognize.

Kash thrusts faster and faster. Until finally, he stills inside me, groaning as he finds his release. The only thing that could possibly make this moment better is if there wasn’t anything between us. If he was emptying his cock into my depths. I’ve never in my life wanted that—cravedthat.

It’s how I know I’m no longer falling. I’ve fallen completely. I’m in love with the man I met on a blind date hardly twenty-four hours ago. It makes no sense, but I don’t need it to. I want to tell him. The words are dying to launch from my throat. But a small, nagging fear keeps them locked behind my lips. At least for tonight.

Kash kisses my neck. “I’m not done with you, Cookie Monster. Not by a long shot.”

10

Kash

Waking up with Charlotte in my arms has thawed the rest of my icy heart.Thisis why things didn’t work out with my ex. If it hadn’t been for the Dear John letter I received overseas, I might’ve ended up with the wrong woman. I might’ve missed out on what was really meant for me. Who knew I was simply waiting for a ray of sunshine to soften my hardened heart?

“Is it morning already?” Charlotte murmurs, her eyes still asleep. Her hair is a wild mess from all the sex. I underestimated the number of condoms we’d need.

“It is, Cookie Monster.” I kiss her shoulder, giving the soft skin a gentle nibble. “Want to shower with me?”

Her eyes flutter open, those hazel orbs locked on me. I could get used to this. I could wake up to those beautiful eyes every day for the rest of my life. Which is why as soon as we head downstairs for the sweetheart breakfast, I’m finding my sister. I don’t want to be a fill-in anymore. I don’t want to risk losing Charlotte should her real match show up. I also have to figure out how to tell Charlotte that the matchmaker is also my little sister. I hope she’ll find it amusing.

There’s no denying it any longer.

I’m in love.

And I’m going to tell Charlotte as soon as everything is sorted with my sister. Hell, maybe it’ll even make the magazine feature and help Maggie’s career even more.

In the shower, I take my time lathering Charlotte’s soft skin with soap. Memorizing every inch of her curvaceous body. When she wraps her hand around my cock, I’m forced to lean a hand against the tile.

“I’m out of condoms,” I say remorsefully.

I watch as she strokes my suds-covered shaft. “We can work around that.”

I lift one of her legs onto the tiled ledge, opening her up to me, and reach a hand between her thighs. I stroke my fingers through her folds, applying just the right amount of pressure on her swollen button to elicit that delicious whimper of hers. Then I slide my hand back, my fingers searching for her entrance.

We lock gazes as the hot water falls around us and our hands bring one another to the brink of pleasure. The wordsI love youtry to slip through my lips, so I steal a kiss to keep them at bay.Just a little bit longer.

We’re almost late to breakfast.

It’s only because Charlotte shoos me out of the bathroom to get ready that we arrive, hand in hand, with two minutes to spare. I scan the room in search of my sister. It’s my number one priority to talk to her. The biscuits and gravy that are calling my name can wait a few minutes longer.

“You looking for someone?” Charlotte asks, that teasing tone I’ve come to love so much pulling me away from my mission.

“Yeah, my—” We turn a corner toward the buffet and I nearly plow into Maggie. She’s talking to a man I don’t recognize from the event. He’s dressed casually in jeans and a nice flannel —not wrinkled— but I’ve never seen him before. Maggie hasn’t dated anyone since her marriage went south almost two years ago. It’s why her business fell off the map. Becauseshefell off the map. But the last conversation we had was about her rebuilding her career first and searching for love second.

“Kash, you’re here.” Her eyebrows are drawn together in confusion. Her gaze drops to my hand interlaced with Charlotte’s. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“What’s going on?” Charlotte asks.

“Who areyou?” I ask the mystery man.

He lifts one corner of his mouth in a smug smirk. “I’m bachelor number seven.” He turns to Charlotte and adds, “Sorry I’m late.”

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