Let It Be (Butler, Vermont #6) - Marie Force Page 0,71
assigned to him and Amanda.
Getting to Christmas Eve was always a huge relief to him, having survived another wildly busy season at the tree farm. He gave himself a couple of weeks off from the place before getting back to work there in mid-January. And knowing he had two more days off before he had to be back to work at the firehouse helped to put him in a festive mood.
After stripping off his clothes, he sat on the bed to test whether it was squeaky and was relieved to discover it wasn’t. That was good news indeed.
He was lying on the bed, naked as the day he was born, when Amanda came in a few minutes later.
“Oh, for crying out loud, Landon. What if someone else had come in here by mistake?”
“They would’ve gotten one hell of a show.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re a little full of yourself.”
He curled a hand around his erection. “I don’t hear you complaining about what I’ve got going on.”
“You’re like a middle school boy.”
“Duh, you’ve known that since the day you met me. Now get over here and put me out of my middle school misery.”
She made a show out of removing her clothes as slowly and seductively as she possibly could.
Watching her reveal herself to him, he could only marvel at how lucky he was that such a beautiful, sweet, smart, special woman loved him the way she did. And then she locked the door, crawled onto the bed and straddled him, making him feel like he’d died and gone straight to heaven. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
“It’s what you’re always talking about.”
“That’s your fault.”
She raised a brow to call him out on his bullshit, which was one of her many special gifts. “How so?”
He reached up to cup her breasts and ran his thumbs over hard nipples. “You’re so sexy, you make me want you all the time.”
“And that’s my fault?”
“Yep.”
“Good to know.”
“I joke around a lot with you, but you know how much I love you, right?”
“Yes, Landon, I know that, and I love that you joke around with me all the time. You’re very good for my ego.”
“Your ego should be very, very healthy. The one thing I’d never joke about is how much I love you, how much I want you and how much better everything is now that I have you and Stella and Matilda in my life.”
“I love our little family. It’s the best thing to ever happen to me. You’re the best thing. You and Stella…”
He reached for her and brought her down to him for a deep, sexy kiss that had him on the verge of begging her to put him out of his misery. Fortunately, he never had to beg. She knew what he needed and was almost always happy to give it to him.
She raised herself up and came down on him, taking his cock into her tight, wet heat in a slow, sexy slide that had his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Fuck me, that’s so good,” he whispered.
“I am fucking you,” she said with a teasing smile, moving like the sexiest seductress he’d ever seen as she rode him.
“Shit, this is gonna be fast, which is also your fault.”
“How so?”
“You’ve had me primed for hours.”
“Again I ask, how so?”
“By breathing.”
She tweaked his nipples and made him jolt. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Only with you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. All you have to do is walk in the door, and I’m ready to go.”
“Oh, lucky me!”
“You’re so lucky.”
She laughed and bent to kiss him. “So very lucky indeed.”
Chapter Twenty
“Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you.
Tomorrow I’ll miss you.”
—Paul McCartney
Lucas followed Dani into the room where they were sleeping with Savannah and hoped it wasn’t too much to ask that she’d go down easy so he could have some time alone with his love.
“She’s on fire tonight,” Dani said. “I can’t believe she’s still going with no nap today.”
The minute Dani put her on the bed, Savannah popped up to start jumping.
Lucas nabbed her out of the air. “Time to settle down, sweet girl. Santa can’t come if little girls are still awake.”
“Santa, Lu.”
“That’s right, baby girl. If you want Santa to come, you have to go night-night.”
“No, Lu.”
“Yes, Savvy.”
“No, Lu.”
Dani covered her mouth to contain the laughter that was trying to get out. After Lu, her nickname for Lucas, no had become their little girl’s second-favorite word. She hadn’t even said Mama yet, but she had no fully