Snow Place Like Home (A Cozy AF Christmas 1)

She cries out as her head drops to the mattress, her sweet ass in the air.

Just when I think I’ve given her every last drop, my cock jerks and I give her a little bit more.

Her legs are shaking when I finally pull out of her and drop to the bed. She’s whimpering and trembling as I grab her and pull her into my arms.

This is where she belongs—cuddled softly with my arms safe around her. She always knew it, but I’m wondering how it took me so long to see it too.

I kiss the top of her head and she moans. Her eyes are already closed, her body spent.

I fight back the sleepiness trying to take over my body so I can stay like this for a little bit longer. It feels too good to let go.Chapter NineMandyThe bed is empty when I wake up on Christmas morning. I reach over with a moan and feel the warm empty spot where Ethan’s body should be.

I immediately start to feel some panic and doubt about what happened last night. Was it not as meaningful for him as it was for me? Am I a fool for thinking it was?

Geez, girl. Chill. It’s Christmas.

I get out of his large bed and quickly put my yoga pants and sweatshirt back on, leaving my bra and t-shirt on the chair. I want to tempt him a little bit in case he’s having second thoughts and being braless will help do it.

I pop into the bathroom to freshen up my mouth with his toothpaste and mouthwash. My hair is a wild mess and I try to fix it with my hands, but it’s not really cooperating. After a few minutes of fighting with it, I give up and head downstairs.

I’m not sure what to expect. Breakfast? A swift kick out the door? I try to get myself ready for anything, but when I turn the corner and see what Ethan is up to, I realize I’m not ready for this.

“Oh my God!” I say with a gasp when I see the lit-up Christmas tree in the living room beside a roaring fire. There are lit candles everywhere and Ethan is dancing to upbeat Christmas music in the kitchen as he makes a delicious smelling breakfast.

He drops the spatula when he sees me and rushes over. “Merry Christmas,” he says as he cups my cheeks and gently pulls my mouth to his.

I moan as he gives me a warm deep kiss that has my toes curling in the slippers I stole from him.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” I say as a rush of heat settles in my chest. I’ve been dreaming about waking up in Ethan’s house for years, and it being Christmas morning is making it that much better.

“Coffee? Mimosa?”

“Yes, and yes,” I say with a grin.

He smiles, kisses me one last time, and then rushes back to pour me a cup. “How do you take it?”

“A little bit of almond milk if you have it.”

“I do.”

I sit at the island and watch as he fixes my coffee and pours a mimosa into a wine glass from the huge pitcher.

I’m grinning as I look around at his place. It was dark last night when we came in and we headed straight upstairs, so I didn’t get to look around.

I’ve always wondered what the inside of his house looked like and I’m like a kid on Christmas morning as I look around. It’s a gorgeous place, just like I expected it would be. A huge open floor plan with a giant kitchen. There’s granite and stainless steel everywhere.

And Christmas decorations.

“You decorate for Christmas?” I ask with a laugh as I look at a gingerbread man hanging off one of the shelves.

He looks at me over his shoulder with a frown. “Something wrong with a grown man enjoying the holidays?”

“Not at all,” I say with a laugh. “I just wasn’t expecting a fully decorated Christmas tree.”

“And I wasn’t expecting to fall in love on the 24th. Life is full of surprises.”

I smile as I replay his words over and over again. Fall in love…

It’s too perfect to be true.

“Mind if I take a look around?”

“Help yourself.”

He turns back to the scrambled eggs cooking on the stove as I take my coffee and head over to the tree. It’s nice and warm by the fire. I breathe in a long contented breath of air as I look at all of the cute decorations hanging on the real tree.

I smile when I see one that Christine made for him when she was a kid. It’s a candy cane made from hardened Play-Doh. Even this one is shaped like a penis just like her cookies.

“You have a soft side, Mr. Ethan.”

He takes the pan off the stove and smiles as he walks over to join me. I moan as he strokes my cheek. “I have a soft side for sweet and beautiful things. Must have been why I fell for you.”