“I don’t think I would have been upset over one of your attacks. Your mouth is magic.” I drop my head after admitting that, that pesky shyness creeping in again.

  “Stop hiding that blush from me.” I peek back up at him. “We lost power. I went to turn the generators on. Wanted you to wake up to a warm house. I made you something to drink too.”

  “That’s sweet, but I’m not a coffee drinker. I’ll make you breakfast, though.” He leans down and finally kisses me. I melt into him. The kiss starts out slow and sweet but quickly turns heated. Saint grunts suddenly before stepping back.

  “Need you to put on some clothes, beautiful.” I glance down, remembering I’m still in a towel. “It’s not coffee.” He picks the cup back up. “Hot chocolate.” He hands it to me. How the heck did he know that? “I’ll be in the kitchen.” His eyes roam over me before he curses under his breath and turns around, hightailing it out of the closet, making me laugh.

  I need to stay out of my own head. Saint is clearly into me and holding back. I have to break that control. We’ve been dancing around each other for months.

  All I want for Christmas is Saint. And I want him in every single way.

  Chapter 9

  Saint

  Who knew decorating for Christmas could be sexy? Add cooking to that as well. Everything Marley does is hot as fuck. I run my hand down my face to calm myself down. I have a major case of blue balls from watching her flit around all day.

  I got off last night and again twice this morning in the shower. My dick was still hard and begging me to crawl back into bed with Marley when I’d come out of the bathroom.

  My cock didn’t even go down when she was pissed as hell at me when she found the clothes I’d gotten her. Even when she was angry and wanting to kill me, she was sexy as hell. I was sure when I told her the clothes were for her it was going to freak her the hell out.

  Nope. She let me kiss the hell out of her and then came into the kitchen and cooked me the best breakfast of my life. I don’t want this snowstorm to ever end. I could spend the rest of my life happily locked away in this house with this angel. I have no clue how someone hasn’t snatched her up already. The woman is perfection. And she’s all mine.

  A year ago, if you would have told me I wanted a woman to call my own I would have bet you every penny I had you’d be wrong. Who wants someone in their space all the time? Even if you get regular sex? Nah, I’m good. I’ll use my hand and enjoy my freedom. Now I’d be happy only eating Marley’s cunt till the day I die if that is all she’ll ever let me do.

  “I think that’s the rest of it. Now all you have to do is turn the switch on.” She holds the tree topper in her hand. Said it was the last decoration you’re supposed to put up. “You’re tall, but I think you’ll still need a step ladder.” She glances around, looking for the one I’d gotten out for her a while ago.

  “We don’t need it.” I grip her hips, spinning her to face the tree, and lift her up so she can place it on herself.

  “Oh my God.” She laughs but leans over, putting the star on top before I bring her back down to her feet. “Here you go.” She tries to hand me the little remote.

  “Not happening, gorgeous. That’s all you.”

  “Really?” She peeks over her shoulder, looking up at me. “I’ve never gotten to light the tree before.”

  “All you.” I give her ass a small slap. She clicks the button, and the star comes to light.

  “We did it!” She turns, jumping up into my arms. I catch her easily. She presses her mouth to mine. Her excitement is damn contagious. My balls might be aching, but I don’t think I’ve ever smiled this much in my life.

  “Do you not have a tree at home?”

  “I didn’t really decorate this year. I’ve been saving my money to fix up my place. I only got it about nine months ago.” I already knew she hadn’t owned the place long. I could also tell it needed some work.

  “Your dad always lit the tree growing up?” I dig a little in hopes that she’ll share the information with me. I’ve been getting small pieces of her life all day. There is only so much you can get through digging online.

  I know she comes from a big family. She’s planted right in the middle, with three older and three younger siblings. I get a sense she gets lost in the shuffle. How, I have no fucking clue. Marley lights up a room. Anyone that doesn’t notice her must be blind. She’s had all my attention since she came into my life.

  “My dad lights it. Lately he’s been letting my oldest brother do it.” She shrugs it off.

  “I think the women of the house should light the tree. Call me sexist but without you I’d have no Christmas. I’d be a bit lost.”

  “You got all the stuff.”

  “It was still in the boxes as of yesterday. Sure, anyone with money can go out and buy shit. But for it to be special, someone has to put the love into it.”

  “Love.” A sweet smile pulls at her lips. “I want to put some love into you.” She licks her lips before her eyes go wide. “I mean like dirty sexy stuff,” she quickly adds, her face turning redder by the second. I’m still stuck on her previous words about her loving me. “Last night you did stuff to me but I didn’t get to like… you know.” She shoves her face into my neck, getting too flustered to go on. God, I love her so damn much.

  “You can do anything you want to me, gorgeous. Nothing to be shy about. Love me or return the favor. Promise I’ll love all of it.”

  “Really.” She tentatively lifts her head. Her cheeks are still pink. “I want to do what you did.” She licks her lips again. I close my eyes for a second, willing my knees not to give out. The thought of her with her lips around my cock is almost too much to bear. I remind myself that I’ve still got her in my arms. “Or not if you don’t want me to.”

  “I’m just trying to think straight, gorgeous. All the blood has rushed to the wrong head,” I say, opening my eyes back up. Her nose scrunches like she’s confused for a second before she bursts into a fit of giggles.

  “Are you really that turned on?”

  “I’ve been hard since you showed up here.” It’s been a lot longer than that, but no need to get into that now.

  “Really?” Her voice perks up.

  “You really have no fucking clue how damn sexy you are.” I carry her over to the couch, sitting down with her in my lap.

  “I mean, I’ve been called cute for sure but never sexy. My sister Carla is the sexy one.”

  “No, you’re sexy. I promise you that.”

  “Wait till you see Carla.”

  “I’ve seen her.”

  “Oh, when?”

  “On your social media and then at the post office,” I admit. “I might have checked your page out.” I give her that much. She doesn’t have to know how deeply I checked into her social media accounts.

  “You didn’t think she was—”

  “No, gorgeous, I didn’t. She is plain, if you ask me.” I don't mention the fact that she hit on me.

  “Did she hit on you?” Her eyes narrow. Well, shit.

  “She might have asked to show me around and tried to give me her number.” Marley’s brows furrow together, making her look even more adorable.

  “Of course she did! She dates everyone. You know she stole my boyfriend in high school? We’re like Irish twins. Born in the same year but not twins, but we’re in the same grade.”

  “Boyfriend?” I growl. The fuck?

  “Well, not really. He asked me out. I was going to say no, but she all but swooped in and stole him. I love her, but I swear if she sees something I have, she wants it. I don’t get it. She’s like the prettiest of all the girls.”

  “She’s not, and she clearly knows it if she's trying to steal boys from you. That’s called jealousy. Kind of sad, if you ask me. Miserable even.”

  “Yeah, it really is. I wasn't mad at her back then, but it did hurt my feelings some.”

  “You’ve got a big heart. You genuinely care and want to help others. I’m sure it hurt terribly thinking she was out to possibly hurt you.” She nods.

  “But hey, you can see for yourself now. She asked, and I turned her down. I already knew what girl I wanted as my own.” That smile forms back on her face where it belongs. “You're not only gorgeous on the outside but the inside too. I’m sure it was hard growing up next to you.”

  “I’m already about to give you some. You don’t have to lay it on so thick,” she teases me.

  “It’s already thick, babe,” I tease her right back. She runs her hands down my chest, pushing them up under my shirt.

  “Take your shirt off,” she orders, sitting up straighter. Without question, I do as she asks. Maybe she’s starting to see herself a bit through my eyes. “You’re so big for a computer dork.”

  “You have no idea.”

  She runs her soft fingers up and down my chest, trying to kill me in the sweetest of ways. “I’ve never done this,” she admits. She really is trying to kill me.

  “You don’t have to do this, Marley. I’d be happy eating your sweet cunt. I came all over myself eating your pussy last night. That's how good it is.”

  She lets out a small gasp. “Really?”

  “Yeah, really, gorgeous.” Her fingers slip down more to the waistband of the sweats I’m wearing.

  “I want to do this. I want it badly. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” She slips off my lap, dropping to her knees between my legs and bringing to life all those filthy fantasies I’ve had of her. “I’m doing this.” She yanks my sweatpants down, causing my cock to come bobbing out. I can feel the cum already leaking from the tip. “You’re so big,” she squeaks, but that doesn’t stop her from wrapping her hand around me. “It’s really soft too.” I take a deep breath, trying to get myself under control.

  I groan loudly as she continues to stroke my cock. She’s never touched a cock before. That has both of my heads almost exploding. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, babe. I’m trying not to cum already.”

  “Oh! Not yet. I want it in my mouth.” Before I can respond to that, she’s wrapping her mouth around the head of my cock. I swear to God I black out for a second from the amount of pleasure I feel.

  “Fuck,” I grit out.

  She doesn’t care that she’s never had a cock in her mouth. I watch as she hollows her cheeks out and sucks me all the way to the back of her throat. I fight not to thrust my hips up to fuck her mouth. She’s right. I’m a big man, and I don’t want to choke or hurt her.

  I tangle her soft locks in my fingers, grounding myself by touching her. It helps with my control. I keep my eyes locked on her as she bobs her head up and down, my cock disappearing into her mouth as she does it. Like everything Marley does, she gives it her all.

  It doesn’t take long for my balls to draw up. “Marley. Gorgeous. I’m about to cum,” I tell her. She said she wanted it in her mouth, so I don’t bother to pull her off me. Not sure I could even if there was a gun to my head. She lets out a loud moan around my cock that goes straight to my balls.

  “Marley!” I grunt. I’m done for. I explode into her mouth. She never stops sucking. My girl is taking every drop from me. The orgasm goes on forever it seems like. My cock is still hard even after unloading into her mouth.

  I reach down and pull her off my cock and back into my lap to kiss her. Tasting myself on her is intoxicating. I’m never going to get enough of this girl.

  “How was I?” she asks breathlessly when I finally let her mouth go.

  “I’ve never come so hard in my life. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you ever leave this house.” She giggles, thinking I’m fucking joking. “My turn,” I say before pinning her to the couch and turning her laughter into moans.

  I’m not sure which sound I love more. All I do know is I’m going to spend the rest of my life getting both of them from her.

  Chapter 10

  Marley

  “You do know it’s only the two of us?” Saint hides his smile behind his mug before he takes a sip of his hot chocolate.

  “You can never have too many desserts.” I put a cover over the second pie he just pulled out of the oven for me. I’d made two pies, cookies, and a cake when Saint admitted to me that his favorite dessert is cake. I had to make one because well, I make a killer vanilla cake.

  My younger sister Charlee loves it so much she actually made me make her wedding cake for her uber fancy wedding in the city. I did it obviously because I adore her to pieces. She’s always been my favorite sibling. She hasn’t lived in Winter Falls since she was eighteen, but we have managed to stay close.

  She’s actually in town but like the rest of us is also snowed in. Her husband Rowan brought her out here. She told me in secret it’s to wrap up their divorce. I didn’t believe that for one second. I had to fight from laughing into the phone when she said that. That man isn’t ever divorcing her. I think he brought her here to nail her down to one spot and work their shit out. That would be my guess. My sister loves him to pieces and doesn’t want the divorce. I know it’s a misunderstanding they both need to communicate over.

  I should make them a cake to take over when the storm finally passes. She’s going to laugh right back at me when I have Saint in tow. I might have been going on about him to her. Unlike my sister Carla, Charlee would never steal anything from anyone.

  “Gorgeous, I know what sweet dessert I want to eat tomorrow and every day after.”

  “I might want another taste too.” I try not to blush as I say it, but I lose.

  “Go change for bed,” Saint growls.

  “I still have cookies to put out for Santa.”

  “Lay out cookies for another man and I’ll redden your ass.” My mouth falls open. I can’t believe he just said that.

  I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. In fact, he sets down his cup and shifts back from the chair he’s been sitting in watching me cook tonight. I kind of love that he enjoys watching and keeping me company. When he starts to round the kitchen counter, I squeal and take off toward the bedroom. His deep chuckle follows after me.

  I quickly change my clothes, wanting to get back to Saint. Today is perfect and I’m happy that it’s really not going to end. We might go to sleep, but tomorrow is Christmas and we’ll get to spend the day together all alone. It’s going to be strange not spending it with my family, but I’m not sad about it. I’m sure I won’t even be missed. Charlee isn’t going to be there, anyway.

  “You like?” I ask Saint, stepping out from the closet where I’d changed into another pair of pajamas. I don’t think today can get any better. It has been magical.

  “Fucking love.” He puts the fire poker back into its slot before he makes his way over toward me. “How you make flannel pajamas with cookies on them look so damn sexy I have no idea, but I’ll take it.” He drops his mouth down onto mine.

  “Let’s sit here for a little.” I drop down in front of the fireplace in his bedroom. “I love your home.”

  “Good. Not sure I’m going to be able to let you leave it.” He pulls me into his lap. Thinking of my old drafty house, I shiver. It still needs so much work.

  “I’m not sure I would have held out so great at my place,” I admit. “This storm would have been rough.” That had been my stupid plan after the meeting with the mayor. I don’t know why I didn’t make plans to head over to my parents’. Probably because I knew they already had such a full house. I didn’t feel like being surrounded by so many people. But it would have been better than being stuck alone and likely freezing.

  “Where are your parents?” I ask. I know he doesn’t have any siblings. He mentioned a few people from his company, but that’s really been it.

  “I’m not sure. Not in the States.”

  “You don’t know where your parents are?” I might get a bit annoyed with my oversized family, but I know where everyone is at the end of the day for the most part.

  “I was a late in life surprise for two very busy successful people. My father owns an IT company, and my mother is a lawyer.”

  “Wow.”

  “They were pretty damn pissed when I got myself in trouble.” He shrugs it off.

  “Sounds like you had a lot of fancy things to play with and your parents weren’t paying attention.”

  “Maybe.” He laughs. “Still, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I often do, but I can’t help myself.” He slips his hands into the back of my pants, cupping my ass as he shifts me over to straddle him.

  “We come from two very different worlds.”

  “But here we are fitting together so perfectly.” I melt into him more. I love when he says that lovey-dovey stuff to me.

  “So we agree. One kid isn’t enough and seven is too many,” I tease.

  “Yeah, one isn’t enough, but you’ll have to put a cap on it. I wouldn’t be able to stop knocking you up if you left it up to me.”

  “Saint!” I gasp. “I was teasing.”

  “I wasn't.” He claims my mouth again. “Nothing is a joke when I’m talking about us, gorgeous.”

  “Make love to me, Saint.” I push my hands up his shirt, needing to touch him. I want to be close to this man in every way. I think he’s right. We fit perfectly. We balance each other.

  “Are you sure?” His voice comes out gruff. “I don’t think there is any going back for me already, but I know once I have you, I’ll really never be able to let go.”

  “Don’t let go.”

  Chapter 11

  Saint

  I pull her shirt off over her head before I take her down to the soft rug in front of the fireplace. When she started teasing about us having kids, I’d nearly lost it. I thought I was a lot like my parents, that I didn’t want kids either. I think the reality is the right person has to come along to show you what else might be out there.

  That’s how it’s been with Marley from the start. She’s made me crave things I thought I could never have. A family. I want that so badly with her. I’ve never believed in fate, but something brought me to the town of Winter Falls to find her.