She is looking so deeply into my eyes that I can feel her stare in my entire body.
“Noelle, th-this is …” Her voice trails off, and I fill the words in for her.
“Exactly what you would want, but never ask for. Exactly what you deserve, which is everything this world could possibly give you.” I continue to stroke her cheeks as she leans against me, looking up into my eyes.
She wets her lips with her tongue, looking at me in a way no one ever has. Like I’m the most beautiful painting she has ever seen, like a masterpiece she crafted herself.
Her eyes drop to my lips, and my breath halts.
“Noelle?” she asks, her voice thick and needy.
Nodding, I question, “Yes?”
She stands up taller, reaching closer to my lips. “Kiss m—”
She doesn’t finish the last word before my lips are against hers, moving in a rhythm only she and I can create. Her arms wrap around me, her hands threading into my hair.
The smallest moan vibrates against my lips, and it isfuckingsexy. My tongue parts her lips, and she meets my energy. Our tongues dance together, our lips melding with each kiss. I never want this to end. I would do anything to make damn sure no one ever gets to kiss her like this again, if that’s what she wants too.
“Kat,” I moan pulling away, and our foreheads roll together. “Oh, love, you are so perfect.”
The cutest sound leaves her, a mix of a whimper and a giggle. “Please,please, kiss me again.”
Smiling, I bite my lip and brush her hair out of her face with my fingers. “I will; I can promise you that, love. But I also know you are dying to get over there and check everything out. So, I am going to go take a shower and get ready for bed.” Taking a step back, I am beginning to regret being selfless at this moment. “Please let me know if you need anything else. I just had Oliver get, like, one of everything there.”
She chuckles. “I could open up my own version of The Bristle with the amount of supplies you guys got.”
Sliding my hand gently down her face, I run my thumb over her wet bottom lip and inhale. “Have fun.”
Her eyes burn into mine. “Okay.” Her stare softens. “Thank you.”
Smiling at the girl who seems to be stealing my heart, I open the door and walk to our room. I wish for nothing more this Christmas than my sweet, sweet Mrs. Claus. And for her to losehislast name.
7
Kat
December 17
ROLLING OVER, I’M SURPRISEDto not bump into Noelle. Reaching out with my hand, all I touch are sheets and the comforter.Is it already morning?
Forcing my eyes open, I find my phone on the nightstand and see it’s 2:41a.m.
Where the hell is Noelle?
My mouth is so incredibly dry. I throw the comforter and sheet off of my body and force myself up and off of the bed.
The house is dead silent as I step into the hallway. When I feel the temperature drop at least ten degrees, goose bumps erupt all over my body.
I continue my trek downstairs, anticipating Noelle to pop out and scare me at any second, intentionally or not. But as I turn the corner into the kitchen, any fear of a jump-scare from Noelle fades away. She is sitting up on the counter on the kitchen island with an open pizza box beside her and a giant slice in her hand, mid-bite. My stomach grumbles at the sight. Muffin is curled up on the ground.
Her eyes lock with mine, and even in the dim lighting, I see her cheeks blush. She chews her bite and chuckles as I approach.
I have to resist staring at her smooth, bare legs as I approach the counter, purposely stopping right in front of her.
I’m in awe of her beauty again, physically and mentally. On top of the insane beauty she holds, what she did for me last night was the most generous gesture that anyone had ever done for me.
Nic has never gone out of his way to surprise me with any kind or thoughtful gift, just ones he thought a husband should buy a wife. Like lingerie, blankets, gift cards, et cetera. Never has someone gone to this length to do something for me. That can’t and won’t be forgotten.
