His Christmas Cookie
* * *Chapter 15 Cookie
I lie on my side staring out the window. I’m wrapped in Frost’s arms as I watch the snow fall. I can’t remember it ever snowing on Christmas before. As crazy and scary as the last few days have been, I’d do it again if it got me here. I close my eyes, and as I snuggle close, I know this Christmas is going to be the best one yet.
“If we made a baby girl last night,” I say and then laugh as he rubs his nose against my neck, “or this morning, I want to name her Snow.”
We made love countless times last night and in the wee hours of the dawn. I can’t imagine how I’m going to be able to walk today, but once again, it was all worth it.
He turns me to face him, and my hands rest against his chest. “Anything you want, kiska,” he says before kissing me deeply and leaving me breathless. “I’ll make the coffee. If we don’t get out of bed, I’m going to be inside of you for the rest of the day,” he growls hungrily, grabbing my ass. “And I’m thinking your parents would not be pleased.”
I huff, knowing he’s right. He kisses me once more before he stands and stretches. I stare at his naked body and love how sexy and hard he is. My eyes drop to his cock, and I smirk. Truly he’s hard all over. I lick my lips and think about wrapping them around the end of his aching shaft.
“Kiska,” he warns, and I blink.
“Sorry!” I hop from the bed and rush into the bathroom as I hear him cursing in Russian.
“You have five minutes,” he tells me. “I want you to open your gift before we go.”
I pull the bathroom door open. “You got me a gift?”
“Hurry and you’ll find out.”
I brush my teeth and make it out of the bathroom in record time before I look around for the bag Mom brought me. I know she put my Christmas pajamas in there, and although It was pointless to put them on last night, I want to wear them today.
When I go into the closet, the lights come on, instantly revealing the breathtaking sight. His closet is bigger than my bedroom. Or I guess it’s my old bedroom now. Frost hasn't come out and asked me if I’ll move in, but he did at one point say we’re never going to bed without each other again. And I’m guessing we won’t be crashing at Mom and Dad’s house.
I step farther inside, and my hand goes to my mouth in shock. I can clearly see which side of the closet is his and which is mine. Mine isn't as full as his, but I’m still surprised to see that there are clothes in here for me. I can see the tags on them…and I see shoes too. I can’t with this man, I love him so freaking much.
I see the bag my mom brought, and I take out my pajamas and put them on. I could get lost in this space, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.
When I get downstairs, I enter the kitchen and see he already has my coffee waiting. I run my hand across the thick white countertop of the island. I love the look of this kitchen. I’m not sure what I thought the place was going to look like, but this warm space that’s filled with colors takes me by surprise. Everything is updated and modern for the most part, except where he’s left some of the original architecture. This old Victorian house is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“I was wondering what this place looked like on the inside. You never let anyone over here.”
“My brother.”
“Besides your brother.” I roll my eyes.
“It wasn't ready. I was still wrapping up a few projects and getting it ready for you, kiska.” I pause, holding my coffee aloft right before I’m about to take a sip.
“Like the closet? Was that one of the projects?”
“Yes.”
“You were so sure you’d make me fall in love with you?” I lift an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t have stopped chasing until you did.”
“That’s one of the reasons I love you so much, Frost. You go after what you want, and nothing will stop you. I’m sorry you had to pay for Nathan’s mistakes.”
I sit down on one of the stools at the bar, and he comes over to stand between my legs.
“I enjoyed chasing you.”
“I enjoyed being chased,” I admit. Frost has more than proven he’ll always fight for us.
“You were scared and I understood. You didn't love Nathan, and he managed to damage your heart.” He cups my cheek, and I lean into his hand for a moment before I turn and kiss his palm.