Page 35 of All I Want For Christmas Is You

He pressed his ear to the door to see if she was asleep and heard water running.

Yeah, okay, she’s still up.

Look, just get it over with. Give her the gift and say, It was great meeting you. Best of luck. And then go back to your room.

Why are you making it a big deal?

It wasn’t like they’d hug, so he wouldn’t have to get a whiff of her peaches-and-cream shampoo. He could look anywhere but at her lush mouth. This isn’t about sex. This is about doing something nice for a woman who’s gone through hell.

Yes. Exactly.

It’s nothing more than that.

Fuck it. Lifting the hand that held the bags, he knocked on the door. He was like a middle-school kid working up the nerve to ask out his crush.

“Yes?” Margot’s voice was muffled.

“Hey. It’s Beau.”

After a moment of silence, he heard, “Give me just a sec.”

Now, he felt like an asshole. She was getting ready for bed. Maybe she just finished washing her face. Or she’d just gotten out of the shower.

An image landed in his mind of her naked, dripping wet…a bead of water trickling down to her nipple. Him, licking it off.

Oh, no, you don’t. No.

No.

You are not getting wood.

Fuck.

When he licked the sensitive peaks, her head would fall back, her thighs would press together, and she’d moan.

You’re an asshole, you know that?

You’re here to give her a gift. Not feature her in your own private porn movie.

The door flew open. “Hi.” Her face looked scrubbed clean, and her smile lit a flame in his core, warming a spot he hadn’t known had frozen over. “Did you have a good dinner with Jessa?”

“It was great. Exchanged presents.” The gears in his brain locked. “Took her home early, though.” His limbs felt like new parts he hadn’t yet broken in. But she was waiting for him to say something. “Snow.”

Her smile flattened. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Embarrassed, his skin tingled as if he’d stepped into a hot shower after being in the snow.

“You didn’t have a stroke?”

“A what?”

“You’re not speaking in full sentences.” She came out into the hallway wearing a silky pink robe that hit the middle of her thighs.

Skin. All that smooth skin.

There it was. That whiff of her peach scent. His heart thundered, and he could imagine gliding his hands up her legs, under the thin robe, caressing the gusset of her panties. He’d like to get a handful of her plump ass, squeeze the cheeks as he hauled her up against his cock. He’d drop to his knees and tug on the elastic. How many licks would it take to make her come on his tongue?

Oh, man. He was a mess.

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