Epilogue #2
He nods. “God, you don’t want much, do you? Take the girl out of London, but can’t take London out of the—”
I smack his arm before he can finish.
He smiles, holding his hands up. “I’m joking, I’m joking.” He kisses my knuckles on the hand I just hit him with. His lips make my body tingle.
Hannah picks up on the moment. “You guys are so in love.” She smiles dreamily. “As much as it is completely gross, I kind of love it.”
“We are.” I smile back.
Lola and Alfie both run over to the table. “How long until Father Christmas gets here?” they whine together, completely high on sugar and excitement.
“He comes when you’re asleep.” Sam ruffles Lola’s hair. “So when you get home it’s bedtime straight away!”
They both laugh excitedly and run back to Gloria for another mince pie. Hannah and Lois follow to make sure they don’t completely overload on sugared pastries before bed.
The crowd and music is loud but when it’s just me and Sam, it’s like the world around us falls to a silence.
He turns to me, his dimples doing their thing that drives me crazy. “You staying at mine tonight?” he asks me, his eyes with a hint of something naughty behind them.
“Of course, I’ve already told Father Christmas that I’ll be at yours tonight.” My eyes return the hint.
He catches on, leaning a little closer to me. “Well, I hope that you have been a very good girl, Harri Chattox.”
I close the distance over the table. “We both know we’ve been rather naughty recently.” My voice is quiet and seductive.
His cheeks redden slightly at the memories of the last few weeks and how keeping our hands off each other has been a challenge.
My body feeds off his response. It’s like when he feels something the feeling creeps into my body so we can experience it at the same time. Granny says it could be the fact we’re twin flames or just that we’re utterly in love. I think it’s both.
Sam looks around the room and then back at me. “We have about twenty minutes until Lola crashes out from the sugar and probably, at the same time, your granny will do the same from the port. Think we will be missed if we pop back to mine?”
I bite my lip trying to slow my heartbeat and the heat that has gone straight to my thighs. “I think everyone is too drunk to even notice if the big man himself flew in with his reindeer.”
Sam grabs my hand and pulls me through the back kitchen and out of the back door. The snow is falling heavier now, almost a flurry of flakes hitting us from above.
We trudge as quick as we can though the white blanket as we make haste to the cottage.
The door only just clicks shut when Sam’s mouth comes crashing down onto mine, his frozen hands reaching through my coat in desperation to feel me against him. My burning skin and his cold hands intensify the moment. I gasp a little as his tongue dances with mine.
He pulls away to look at me. “I can’t get enough of you, Harri.” His eyes are dark and hungry as his hand continues to trace gentle circles on my lower back.
I take off my coat and Sam does the same, desperate to get release in the short time we have.
“Upstairs?” I smile.
He grabs me, pulling me up so my legs are now wrapped around his hips. “Fuck yes,” he breathes into my ear.
Our mouths crash into each other’s once more.
Our magic swirls inside us, burning our bodies with passion and need.
We take two steps before slamming into the wall.
My hands grab his hair as we kiss so hard I’m sure he’s going to bruise my lips.
We stagger back again into the banister and Sam lets out a winded gasp as it hits him in the ribs.
“You OK, baby?” I smile against his lips.
He squeezes my ass in his hands as he holds me. “Shut up and kiss me,” he grunts.
My lips find his again, my body responding to every touch, every movement. My heart beats faster than lightning. We take a few more steps when Sam falls backwards, upwards on the stairs leaving me straddling him.
“I got you.” He smirks, holding my thighs in place over him. Of course he’s got me. We could be dangling off a cliff and he’d have me. He makes me feel safe and in danger at the same time.
I pull his shirt open to expose his chest, my palms rubbing over his muscles as my body shudders with anticipation. His hand reaches up to the back of my head, grabbing my hair in his fist as he plunges my head back down to kiss him more.
My body aches for him as my hips start to grind against him. The pressure of his growing bulge in his jeans rubs me in just the right spot. I can’t help but let out a moan as the electricity of the pleasure radiates through my body.
Sam looks up at me like I’m the most delicious meal he has ever devoured.
I can’t take a moment more of not feeling him inside me. I fumble between us to unbutton his jeans and pull him out. As he springs out of his jeans my body feels like jelly. God, I just need him right now. I try to pull my tights down, but keeping balance on him is a struggle.
Sam senses my frustration and with one big tear he rips the middle like paper, allowing me access to take him as I need.
I kiss him in thanks, urgently needing to feel him all over me.
I angle my hips up to enable me to slide down onto him, slowly at first, wanting to feel each inch get deeper inside me.
Sam groans as his head falls back on the step above him, his hands digging into my hips as I sink to his base.
“That’s it, baby,” he moans.
My hands rest on his chest to support myself up as I start bouncing my ass up and down. Sam uses his hands to guide me, helping me pick up the pace.
My mouth finds its way back to his. The heat between us is building like a fire, the burning of our magic matching the burning of our love making.
“I love you,” I groan into his mouth. “I love you so much.” I bounce harder on him, hitting the deepest parts of my core.