You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors 1)

“No, you won’t. Let me do this for you. You’ve given me so much, Josie.” I placed my hands on her waist, keeping her close. “You’re the love of my life, Josie Caldwell. You’ve been my best friend for so long, and now you’re my partner, my better half. I’ll be here for you, cheering for you every step of the way. Loving you, taking care of you. You’ve changed so much in my life. You’ve showed me what it feels like to be loved....” Drawing in a deep breath, I touched my forehead to hers, needing the connection.

I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her lower lip and the bow of the upper one before capturing her mouth, kissing her long and deep, entwining our tongues. I moved one hand to cup her cheek, tilting her head at the perfect angle so I could explore her.

I kissed her until we were both panting, needing more. When it came to Josie, I’d always need more. I smiled against her lips when I realized that so did she.

She pressed her hips against me, pulling at my collar with one hand, digging the fingers of the other in my arm, as if she was a few seconds away from taking off my shirt.

I skimmed my hands up her waist, touching the underside of her breasts with my thumbs. She moaned against my mouth, pressing her thighs together. I nearly pushed her against a wall. I did hike her skirt up her legs, desperate for skin-on-skin contact. I ran my hand up her inner thigh, until my thumb grazed the hem of her panties. Josie fisted my shirt. How could I be so crazy for her?

I dropped my hand, pulling my head back a notch. The contour of her mouth was red, her lips slightly puffy. I’d marked her as mine with that kiss.

“Let’s go home, wife. I want you so much that I can’t even see straight, but I won’t have you here. Too chilly, too uncomfortable.”

She laughed, running her fingers through my hair. “Sorry... I know I promised, but that was the perfect word for you. Sweet.”

Epilogue

Christmas

Josie

“We really went all out,” my sister commented. I grinned, looking around the room at the decorations. My family had arrived two days ago, and today everyone was at our house to celebrate Christmas Eve in style. My sister and I had gone shopping for food and... additional decorations yesterday, and today, we’d set them up together with Tess and Skye. I’d felt like a kid again, lost in that catchy enthusiasm for all things Christmas.

“You mean overboard, right?”

I’d always loved Christmas, had longed to have a room tall enough for an enormous tree... and a fireplace... and our living room was just perfect for the occasion. I’d intended to only use a decent amount of decorations... and I’d completely failed, of course. One thing led to another, and now there wasn’t just a huge Christmas tree—I’d also bought stockings for every single guest, hung them on the mantelpiece, and stuffed them with presents. Strings of lights were hanging from the ceiling, along with mistletoe branches.

“Maybe just a bit,” my sister conceded with a grin just as the front door opened and Hunter came in. He’d been out to buy a few last-minute presents. His eyes bulged the second he entered the living room.

“Babe, are we filming a Christmas commercial I don’t know about?”

That earned him a pinch right on that delicious ass, but no teasing, because my sister and Tess and Skye were looking at us.

“It’s family tradition to... go overboard,” I explained, because well, it truly was.

“And we’ve promptly decided to declare it a Winchester tradition too. I mean, where’s the fun in decent decorations?” Tess asked.

“We went to pick up the tree with Dad every year. Made a big deal of it. Why not carry on the tradition?” I suggested.

Hunter’s expression softened inexplicably. He glanced around the room, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Any other traditions you want to pass on?” he asked.

“I’ll make a list.”

He drew me closer, planting a kiss on my temple, whispering, “Do that. And then... we can start working on those kids. We have to pass those traditions on to someone.”

Usually, I teased him when he brought up kids, but right now, I couldn’t do anything but melt in his arms, soak in all that happiness he was radiating. I had an interminable list of traditions and planned to spoil him with every single one.

“Bought all the presents on the list?” I asked.

“Wouldn’t dare show my face without them.” He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder at the mountain of bags in the foyer.

“Smart husband.”

I made to walk past him to start stuffing the last of the presents in the stockings, but he caught my arm. “Doesn’t even earn me one kiss?”

“We’ve got company,” I whispered. As of late, we couldn’t keep our kisses PG-rated. I couldn’t imagine why.