Page 173 of Unravel Me

“Mmm. And that last piece? About the happy ending?”

“It’s you. You’re my happy ending.”

He shudders, his hand coasting up to grip my throat as he opens his mouth on my neck, slow, wet kisses and grazing teeth. His bulge presses into my lower back, and I smile as the realization hits. He’s turned on. I stuck up for him, to someone who’s done nothing but hurt and disrespect him, and he’s turned on.

“I love you, Adam. I’m always going to love you.”

There’s a brief pause where his movements still and he rests his forehead on my shoulder, like he’s savoring the moment. And then he spins me around, tosses me over his shoulder, and carries me back into the kitchen.

He drops me on the island, a starved look in his eyes as he holds my gaze and discards his clothes behind him. Jesus, I’ve never seen him so hard, standing so tall, so proud, his cock bobs against his belly button.

“Spread your legs,” he demands, fisting his cock. “Show me that perfect, wet pussy.”

I set my feet flat on the counter, baring myself to him. His deep-belly groan sends a shiver down my spine, and heat settles in my clit, throbbing with need as he wraps his fingers around my ankles, settling himself between my legs.

“That’s a good girl, angel. Want me to show you how good?”

“Yes, please.”

I’m hot all over, a wild, unrestrained need for this man to bury himself inside me until he’s all I can feel, until I can’t remember my own name.

He guides me down to my back, spreading me out on the countertop, pressing tender kisses along the inside of my thigh. Electric blue eyes flip to mine, and my teeth press into my trembling lower lip as I watch his tongue flick out, licking me slowly from bottom to top.

“I’ll never get over the way you taste,” is all he says, barely a murmur, and then he dives in.

God, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, the way he eats me. Feral and starved, like he needs me to survive. Reverent and all-consuming, like he worships every inch of this body. He laps at my pussy, sucks my swollen clit into his mouth, sinks two fingers inside me, and fucks me until I see stars, bucking my hips and tearing at his soft curls. And when he’s done, he pulls me up, yanks me to the edge of the counter, and wraps my legs around his hips.

Fingers sift through my waves, tightening around them as he forces my gaze to his, drops his sweet mouth against mine for a long, slow kiss. And when he drives himself inside me, pulling a cry from my throat as his fingertips dig into my hip, I swear to God I see the light.

“If I’m your happy ending, you’re my heaven. There’s nothing else I need from this world. I could live here forever, in this place where I’m yours and you’re mine. There’s never been anything more beautiful than this version of paradise. I’m certain of it.”

CHAPTER40

CHRISTMAS DICKSICLES

ADAM

“Welcome to Santa’s Village.Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

I karate chop Carter’s wrist, making him drop the teensy Santa hat he just tried to put on my head in his front doorway.

“Ohhh-ho-ho,” he muses, scooping up the hat with an irritating smirk. “Ollie girl, change Adam’s mark on my naughty or nice list! He’s been a bad boy this year!” He leans into me and Rosie, a hand at his mouth. “It’s okay. Ollie’s beenverynaughty.”

“Carter! I can hear you!”

“It’s like she’s got supersonic hearing. I’m sick of it. I never get away with anything.” He scoops Connor into his arms, plopping a loud kiss on his cheeks before he sits him on his shoulders. “C’mon, little dude. Your bestie is waiting for you. I got you matching reindeer outfits. We’re having a photoshoot.”

“Jesus,” I mutter, grabbing Rosie’s hand as we follow Carter into the living room. There’s tinsel draped across the ceiling, mistletoe hanging in the doorway, giant candy canes, twinkly lights, and a small pink Christmas tree, bedazzled to the nines. “It looks like Santa’s elves threw up in here.”

“Carter wanted Ireland’s first Christmas to be special,” Olivia says, wrapping Rosie and me in a hug. “Merry Christmas, you two.” Rosie’s package crinkles against Olivia, whose eyes widen. “Are those—”

“Gingerbread Oreos!” Carter shrieks, tearing the package out of her hands. “I’ve been looking for these everywhere!” He hauls Rosie into his arms, twirling her around. “I love you, I love you,I love you!”

The front door opens behind us, and Jennie steps through the door, a dazzling, dimple-popping smile on her face as she holds out her hand. “We’re—”

Garrett pushes by her, doing a twirl in the entryway. “—engaged!”

“Garrett, you donkey.” Jennie glares at him, fists on her hips. “You stole my entrance!”

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