Your Christmas Love (The Bennett Family 10)

“No.”

I hadn’t expected this. “Why not?”

“I want to make sure you’re okay. I’ll keep an eye on you. And cook us dinner in the meantime.”

I stared at him. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, ma’am. I have a proposition for you. I’ll finish the last wall. We need to wait two hours before applying the second coat of paint anyway. I’ll cook you an early dinner in the meantime.”

I was silent for a few seconds, processing this unexpected turn of events, then decided to just go with it. So far, this day had surpassed even my wildest imaginings. I was looking forward to what more it could bring.

I had giant butterflies in my stomach. He wanted to take care of me.

That was... I couldn’t even process it. I was too overwhelmed by warm and fuzzy feelings, and my fingers itched with the need to grab his shirt and pull him closer.

“Well, okay then.”

“Sit and relax while I finish that wall.”

“Okay. On second thought, I’ll take a shower. I’m all dirty.”

He frowned again. “What if you get dizzy again from the hot water?”

“You want to babysit me in the shower too?”

“Are you inviting me to watch?”

I blushed, licking my lips. Winston held my gaze. Lust replaced the amusement in his eyes.

“Winston...”

He smiled. “Don’t turn the water temperature too high.”

“Wow. You want to check the temperature too?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn’t mad at him; quite the contrary. I detected real concern in his voice, and I just wanted to hug him for it. But I had a hunch that I was better off pretending like I wasn’t onboard with this, or wh

o knew what kind of ideas this stubborn man might get?

“Don’t say that twice, or I’ll take you up on it.”

I’d been right. If I didn’t draw a line in the sand, he was liable to get naughty ideas.

“I was joking.”

“I wasn’t.” His voice, his entire body language was dripping sensuality. Licking my lips, I drew in a deep breath.

“I won’t be long, but in case you finish the wall, wait for me to start on dinner.”

“You don’t trust me around here alone?”

I pointed a finger to the spot where he’d nearly set my panties on fire with that sinful kiss.

“I think it’s safe to say I don’t know your true intentions, mister.”

“I can lay them all out for you. Better yet, I can show them to you.” He stalked closer to me, and I was instantly too caught up in him to step back and keep a safe distance. “I’ll kiss you until you beg me for more, Sienna.”

“Don’t.”