Totally Smitten (A Cozy AF Christmas 3)

“You don’t have to.”

I lie back on the bed and bring my knees to my chest. It’s brazen, and I never thought I would ever be comfortable opening myself up this way. But with Baker, I’m not scared. His desire for me is evident, and I’m not going to be bashful with him. I’m laying it on the line. “I’m yours.”

I barely get the words out, and he’s climbing up my body and positioning himself at my core. His hands go to my hips, and he pulls my body to align with his. He moves into me, inch by inch. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his large size.

His eyes are on mine the whole time. I couldn’t look away if I tried. When he’s fully seated inside me, I plant my feet on the bed and start to move. My hips have a mind of their own, and I lift to meet him with every thrust.

It’s so much more than two bodies combining as one. The emotion is too much, and I try to tamp it down and live in the moment, but I can’t. I know this is more than just sex. I can feel it in his sweet caress, the way he looks at me, the way he’s touching me.

That sends quivers through my body, and I’m coming again. This time with him heavy inside me and on top of me, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.

“Yes, oh yes,” I say into the room. He grunts then, and I can feel him expand inside me before his thrusts turn erratic and I’m milking him.

Only when we both lie there breathless do I realize what I just did. I slept with my boss. The man that I love… and I want to do it again.9BakerIt’s before dawn on Christmas morning, and even though I’m exhausted, I still can’t sleep. The Christmas tree is lit in the corner. The Scotts came home last night, and we went down to visit with them for a while. If her parents knew what we were up to, they didn’t say a word. When we finally went back to our room, we lay in the bed, my arms wrapped around her most of the night. The house is silent, and I should be sleeping. But all I can do is stare at Tara. I’m sitting in the chair in the corner, fighting temptation. If I could, I’d take her again right now. Now that I’ve had her, I know I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off her. I risked so much coming here because I truly can’t make it at the office without her. If she’d told me she didn’t feel the same way about me, I don’t know what I would’ve done.

But I know I’ve made the right decision.

These last few days with her have been everything. If someone had told me this time last year that I’d be willingly spending Christmas with a woman and her family, I would have thought they were insane. When I was younger, we never celebrated Christmas, and as I grew older and I found out the only person I could depend on besides myself was my foster brother Dawson, we still didn’t celebrate it. We usually, if he was in town, would hang out at a bar and find ways to get through the night without thinking about the love and family we didn’t have.

For the first time, I’m able to see it clearly.

Tara is what I’ve been searching for. She’s joy and happiness. She’s warm and loving. She’s fun and caring. All this time I thought I didn’t need Christmas or someone to share it with. But in reality, it’s because of her, because of Tara I’m able to enjoy it.

Tara starts to slide her hand across the bed, and as if she’s noticing I’m gone, she lifts her head up to search for me. When she spots me sitting in the chair in the corner, she whispers, “What are you so deep in thought about over there?”

“I’m thinking about us.”

She smiles, sitting up in the bed. The sheet falls to her waist, and her tight T-shirt shows her perfect breasts with peaked nipples. She holds her hand out to me. “Come back to bed.”

I want to go to her, but I need to get something off my chest first.

I drop to my knees next to the bed, and she blinks at me, confused. “I love you, Tara.”

Her hand goes to her chest over her heart. Emotion fills her voice. “I love you too, Baker.”

I let out a deep breath. Now I just hope she doesn’t freak out.

I grab the box I had put on the nightstand earlier and hold it tightly in my hand.

“I don’t think you get it. Since the day you first come into the office, I wanted you. I wanted you in my life, in my home, in my bed. Not for a few days at your parents’ or as some kind of fake relationship. I want the real thing. I want to go on each day knowing that I have you by my side. I know this may be too much for you, but it’s not for me.” My heart is racing in my chest, but I know I have to finish this. I have to get it out. I open my hand to show her the small jewelry box. I flip it open and hold it out between us. “I bought this after the second week you started working for me. I knew then that I wanted you to be my wife. Will you marry me, Tara?”