A Billionaire's Holiday Love - Posey Parks Page 0,17
I figured while I was on vacation, I’d live a little.”
“Your body’s in great shape,” I cleared my throat.
Shit, I’d love to tap my reindeer hooves all over his muscled chest.
“Thanks.”
“How about we eat mostly clean and a little dirty? Fried buttermilk drumsticks, halibut, roasted potatoes, and broccoli.”
His lips parted as he held my gaze. “You had me at buttermilk fried chicken.”
I laughed.
“You are single, right?”
My lips twisted. “Yes, we had this discussion already. Besides what kind of woman would I be if I let you sleep in the same bed as me?”
He shrugged. “Just checking. Good point too. Ever tied the knot?”
“Nope. I’m single and I don’t have children.”
“You?”
“No children and I’ve never married. The few girlfriends I had wanted more, but I didn’t.
“And now what are you looking for?” I slipped a forkful of piping hot cheesy grits into my mouth.
His cheerful face turned serious in a blink of an eye. “You.”
My heart banged against my ribcage. “You’re funny.”
Noah’s fork clanked the blue plate. “I’m not joking.”
A vibrant chuckle rolled from my throat. “Is this because I flirted with Ismael?”
His brooding frame relaxed in the wooden chair. “No. You’ve crawled under my skin and set up residence. Your snarky comments send my heart blazing. I hate the whole...” He waved his hand up and down the middle, peering at my Ms. Clause robe.
I twisted in my seat and crossed my legs, showing off my green and red elf slippers.
His big hand gruffly ran over his face. “...Christmas cheer outfits.”
Shaking my head, I shot to my feet and cleared the table.
“Then you don’t want me. Not to worry because I’m not into dating brooding men who are anti Christmas.” I stepped over to the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed dishes.
“Is that so?” his deep voice filled the room. Sounded like he was moving closer. Noah placed his hands on either side of the sink, caging me in.
“Your knee massaged my thigh half the night,” he whispered in my ear.
“Kept my cock on high alert. The things I plan to do to you.” His pointy nose nuzzled my ear.
“You’re poking me again with your─”
“Long...thick peppermint stick,” he growled.
My body shivered against his broad chest.
Fuck, did he just make me come? It’s not safe to have sex with him. You could get dick whipped.
“Noah,” I swallowed hard trying to keep my pussy from betraying me.
“I love when you say my name. I’ll love it better once you’re riding my thick peppermint stick on Santa’s sleigh,” he released a vicious chuckle that shot to my core.
“Can, can we get to work please?” I panted.
“It’s not safe for us to sleep together anymore.”
“For you or me?”
“I don’t know, Noah,” I bit out.
“Ok.” His soft lips fell against my hair. My fucking knees buckled.
Noah pressed his body firm against mine. “Are you, all right?”
“Yup,” I lied. Time for a long shower.
“See you in fifteen. I hope that’s enough time for you to get cleaned up,” he chuckled.
Asshole. How did he know the effect he had on me?
**P**
Twenty-five minutes later, I shuffled over to his house. This time in proper winter boots.
I knocked as I opened the door. “I’m ready to get to work.”
He stood over a table, firmly holding an electric saw, cutting blocks of wood.
Noah peeked up from behind his clear safety glasses, and waved me over.
I closed the door, shrugged out of my coat, then threw it on the sofa.
“Can I try?” I removed the safety glasses from my messenger bag, then stepped closer.
His eyes fell over me with disapproval. Guess he hated my gray T-shirt with red glittery Christmas trees.
“Yeah.”
I slipped on the glasses.
“Stand here.”
Halting before the table, he inched me in front of the saw. “We need a few more strips. I’ll help you with the first two, then I’ll let you cut the rest.”
I nodded.
Locked in his arms a second time this morning felt more exhilarating than the last. The light buzz of the saw motor and his chest pressed against my back warmed me from the inside out.
“Push the saw until the piece of wood you need falls to the floor.”
“Ok.”
His big warm hand rested on mine. Those feelings from last night returned. I felt safe and protected.
“That was good.” He hovered over me as I cut the other trim pieces.
Our furniture and other materials we needed to complete both kitchens arrived shortly after.
“Get those shoulders and arms ready. We’ll install the cabinets here and in your kitchen. It’s better to knock it out in one