A Holly For X-Mas

I do as he says and grind on him some more as the orgasm fades and a trembling takes its place. I’m so wet now. My pussy juices have leaked through my panties and made a mess all over his pants. I don’t think he’s going to care one bit.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls against my mouth as my hips slow. My blood feels thicker, like I can barely move. “I want you in my bed where I can take my time unwrapping you. I still haven’t seen these beautiful tits.”

I suck in a breath and hold it as his hungry eyes drop down to my chest. My nipples are so hard. It feels like they’ve been aching all night for him.

A few minutes later, I manage to pry my cramping leg off him and we head into the house.

It blows my fucking mind. I don’t know what I was expecting from the outside, but the inside has blown away every expectation I had.

It’s insane.

Chef Ramsay would cream his pants if he saw Nathan’s kitchen. The island is the biggest island I’ve ever seen. Probably bigger than Iceland. Not literally, but you get the point. He has a gas stove that I could fit in and a long dining room table that could fit his entire family, plus some.

The expensive art on the walls, the big comfy couches, the enormous stone fireplace, the view…

I’m in heaven.

He even has a huge Christmas tree decorated. So cute.

“Look around,” he says as he peels off his jacket and starts to unbutton his sleeves. “Make yourself at home. Because you are home.”

I swallow hard as I watch him roll his sleeves up his thick tattooed forearms. He’s so freaking sexy. I had no idea he had so many tattoos until now, but they suit him. I should have known that he would be all inked up.

The house is the type you can get lost in for hours, everywhere you look something to catch your attention—but my attention is locked on Nathan.

He leans down, grabs some firewood from the pile, and opens the glass fireplace doors. I grin, picturing him shirtless in the fall, red and yellow leaves tumbling down all around him, as he chops wood with those big sexy arms. Grunting like a real man as I watch all bundled up in a wool sweater, hot cocoa in my hands. That’s an image to look forward to. It’s only going to be about ten months away. I can’t wait.

My eyes are all over his back as he stacks the logs in the fireplace and adds some newspaper. Excitement builds within me, knowing how romantic this softly lit room is going to be once he lights that match.

I’m tingling all over as he strikes it and a flame appears. My eyes wander to his muscular thighs as he leans down and lights the fire.

It catches and a warm glow fills the big room. I’m already warm and I’m already glowing. I don’t need a fire for that. I just need to be around Nathan for my body to heat up.

He turns around and grins when he sees me standing there, nervous but excited as I try to act natural with my hands, but failing miserably.

“Let me give you the tour.”

I nod as my mouth waters. “Okay. Where should we start?”

His eyes get that ravenous look again as he looks me up and down. “The master bedroom.”

I gulp. “Sounds like a perfect place to start.”

He walks over and takes my hand in his, swallowing it in his big palm.

“There’s an inground pool under all that snow,” he says.

“Too bad,” I kid. “I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”

He smiles as his eyebrow raises. “Like I would let you wear one anyway.”

My cheeks heat up as we head to the stairs. Soft lights pop on whenever we walk down the hallway or into a room. This house is as high-tech as it comes.

“You have so many rooms in this house,” I say as we pass yet another guest room.

“I want to have lots of kids,” he tells me. “I’m going to be stuffing your little belly full of them. Are you ready for that?”

I swallow as I slide my hands over my stomach, imaging what it would feel like to have Nathan’s seed growing in my womb. To have a child together. To start a real family.

I glance over my shoulder down the hallway and smile when I picture little feet running after us, excited for Christmas morning, tucking them in with dreams of sugarplums dancing in their heads.

“I’m ready for that,” I admit. It just comes out, but once the words are spoken, I know that they’re true.

I want those experiences with Nathan. I want to give him the family he’s been waiting for. The family we’ve both been waiting for.