hugs it tight. I’m falling apart.
“Please,” she begs, thrusting her hips upward.
“Patience,” I say, lowering my body closer to hers and taking her mouth.
We kiss, finding our rhythm.
My heart, my body, and my soul hunger for her every time I am close to her. I’ve never known this feeling, even when I was married. Then all the emotions are swirling together—Audrey with Perry, with my sisters laughing in the kitchen, taking cookies to the B&B. I’ve waited so long for this. My orgasm hits when she screams my name. Everything is too much, yet I doubt this will ever be enough.
Chapter Nineteen
Colin
The next day, I arrive at my parents’ around noon. The house is quiet, except for the sound of typing coming from the dining room. Audrey’s concentration is on the monitor. The tip of her tongue shows through her slightly parted lips.
“Do you ever stop?”
Her gaze lifts, and her face brightens when she smiles. “Hey,” she whispers. “I thought you had a job.”
“I did, but I finished early.” I walk to where she sits and brush her lips with mine. “I missed you.”
“Your mom almost caught me sneaking into the house at five this morning,” she groans. “Talk about the walk of shame.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Sorry you almost got caught, but I won’t apologize for keeping you out all night long.”
She looks at me, and I guess we’re both wondering what to say. This . . . whatever is happening between us . . . can’t be denied, but what’s the point of discussing it?
“Where is everyone?”
She closes her laptop and sighs. “I’m sure your mom said something about Santa’s workshop, but I don’t remember if it was when Perry requested a pony or when your dad mentioned Becky’s cookies.”
“There’s a store in Newberry Falls where the kids can create their own toys like in Santa’s workshop. All proceeds go to nonprofits. They change their approach every season. During Halloween, you can make your own costume. It’s fun.”
“You live in some sort of magical place.”
“Makes you want to live here, doesn’t it?”
She shrugs. “There’s nothing I could do in this town. It’s lovely to visit, but a lot more marketing is needed so you guys have visitors year-round. Becky could use more customers.” She tilts her head to the side. "The store down the street where I bought my boots . . . Do they have an online store?”
I blink at her. “Um, I have no idea.” The shop is where I go to buy clothes when I need them. It's just a part of the town. I never thought about if they were online.
“They could do so much with a website and social media. It has the perfect look. Some people might even see it online and want to visit in person. Showcasing the shop and the town would be a great way to entice visitors.” She transforms the more she speaks. This is her element. Her work lights her up.
“You sound excited and haven’t even seen the entire place,” I tell her. “Get your thick parka and all your winter gear. We should give you a tour of this town.”
“I think I’ve seen enough. Besides, I don’t have a parka.” She taps her laptop. “There’s plenty for me to do for work.”
“I promise to make it fun. And you can borrow one of my sisters’.” Reaching for her hands, I pull her toward me and take her into my arms.
“Stop it, we’re at your parents’,” she complains.
“Your options are a repeat of last night or going out with me,” I tease her, nibbling her earlobe. “What is it going to be, Unicorn?” I want her to pick the former because it’d be spectacular to have her under me again.
This could be a great opportunity to melt the snow outside while running my hands and mouth along her skin.
“You’re not playing fair,” she moans as I place kisses along her long neck. “What if your family arrives?”
“They’ll see us.” I run my hands down her soft curves. “Is that a risk you want to take?”
She pushes me slightly, and her eyes find mine. They’re bright and needy. “I’d rather risk getting frostbite during the tour than continuing making a fool of myself in front of your family.”
I haven’t driven to the ski area this season. Perry likes ice skating by the pond outside Winter Valley. I wish my snowmobile wasn’t parked at Morgan’s. The trip would’ve been better if we could’ve skipped the main