I slide out, lingering at her entrance, and watch her face change. Desire, lust, sadness, joy.
“Look. Look how goddamn good we look together, sugar. Look at us. It’s always been us.”
“Oh.” Her eyes flutter shut, then open, locking on me again. A single tear drips down her face. “Yes,yes.”
At her words, I surge forward on a roar, thrusting hard, burying myself to the root. She cries out, nails scraping up my back.
“You’re so fucking tight, Bell,” I rasp against her throat, her pulse point. “You’re so fucking mine.”
“Always yours,” she sobs, grinding her hips.
The room fills with hitched breaths and whimpered moans. The scent of sex, of Bellamy, inhabits my senses. I’m lost in her, lost in the woman who makes me feel everything.
I drive into her, my movements rough. The photo on the wall tilts. Zelda barks. Bellamy laughs, hushed and happy, as she runs her fingers over my shoulder blades.
“Can’t. Won’t. Lose you.” The words lurch from my mouth in a strangled moan.
“I know,” she says, voice hushed and tearful.
I kiss her, sliding my tongue across her lips, tasting her tears. Our bodies mold together, heartbeats becoming one, hips pounding harder, pushing her over the edge. She cries out. The sound echoes throughout the cabin.
She tenses as she comes. Her thighs tighten around me, her hold on my shoulder firm. She burrows her face in my neck, her noises spurring me on. One last quick thrust, and I come. I gasp my release into her throat, incapable of rational thought.
Holy fuck, this woman.
The air rushes from our lungs as we cling to one another, Bellamy’s legs dangling limply on either side of me.
I gather her in my arms, flushed and panting, and carry her to the couch where we collapse in a heap and tug the blankets over us.
She lifts her head from my chest. A strand of hair sticks to her flushed cheek. “That was—” She blinks, dazed, wondering. “Everything.”
“Sure damn was, sugar.” I sweep a slow kiss over her lips. Goddamn, I love this woman.
I need that second chance. Need it like I need the blood flowing through my veins.
Every little way she needs, I’ll be there to love her. The way I wasn’t before.
A happy sigh slips from her mouth as she curls into me once more. “Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve,” she whispers, drawing a picture only she can visualize across my chest with her fingertip. “We need pie.”
“We’ll have pie, Bluebell.” And so much more. The entire cache of food I stockpiled, preparing to ambush her Christmas.
“We don’t have presents.”
“Don’t need ’em.” She’s enough.
“I need to decorate the tree.”
“We’ll decorate the tree.”
Anything else you want, I’ll give it.
I secure the blanket around her slender shoulder, my heart a pounding beat in my chest, like a countdown clock for the rest of my life. Because tomorrow, when the sun rises, I have no intention of letting her go.
DECEMBER 24TH
At the sound of bare feet padding across hardwood floor, I glance over my shoulder. Bellamy, sleepy eyed and messy haired, wearing an oversized Blue Mountain Tree Farm T-shirt and fuzzy socks, heads toward me. She’s adorable as all hell.
And all fucking mine.
