Accidentally Under Your Tree (Grand Ridge Christmas #1)

25. Lizzy

twenty-five

Lizzy

Six nights before Christmas

I stretched, sore in the best way, an echoing ache of the night before. My body remembering before my brain found consciousness. A big hand snaked up my hip, wrapping a powerful arm around my waist and pulling me against his chest. Will nuzzled his nose into my hair and groaned, rumbling against my back, quaking through my core, thundering in my chest. Such a small noise, for its overwhelming effect.

This was a morning I wanted to repeat over and over and over.

A lifetime of these mornings , I didn't know the silent prayer was in my mind until it was fully formed flying on wishful thinking.

"I could get used to this." Will's sleep worn voice in my ear.

"Yeah," I answered lamely, suddenly conscious of how bad my breath must be.

Moving my hair from my naked shoulder, his lips drew a random constellation on my skin. My self-consciousness disappeared with every burst of sensation until a sigh escaped my lips and I was languid under his attention. He urged me onto my back, his elbows on either side of my face supporting his weight. My eyelids fluttered open. Above me, he took me in.

"I didn't expect you, Lizzy."

Something that had laid dormant possibly my entire life, stirred in my chest. A reckless desire that I gave myself too freely. With only a single night of proof. A few hours of connection. A deep, unexplained knowing . I gave myself to something more substantial than hope.

This beautiful man was mine.

And I was wasted to all other men in his wake.

The scruff on his cheek and jaw scraped against my palm. His expressive eyes rolled and closed, overwhelmed by my touch.

"I've never liked the unexpected before," I said. "But I like this."

Lowering, he pressed a tender kiss to my mouth. My leg hooked over his hip—twining us together in the most natural way.

The morning just kept getting better and better.