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head.”
He finished draping the last strand and made his way down the ladder, his strong thighs bulging and flexing as he went.
Grabbing the plug, he held it up with a smile. “You want the honors?”
Viv rubbed her cold hands together, driving her nose into her scarf. “Are you kidding? You did all the work. You do the honors.”
He pulled her to his side before bending to grab the extension cord and handing it to her. “On three, okay?”
She nodded and held up the extension cord, shivering against him, not entirely sure it was due to the cold. “One, two, three!”
The two ends connected and suddenly, the small cottage was a wonderland of soft white and multicolored lights, glowing cheerfully in the clear night.
They swayed gracefully from the A-frame’s roof, the glistening icicle lights twisting in the wind with a light tinkle. He’d bracketed the red front door with colored lights from top to bottom, wrapping them around a swag of evergreen at the top of the rounded arch.
Each shrub on either side of the door was adorned, too, covered in nets of lights that winked in the deep purple of the evening, and sparkling candy canes that lit up around their perimeters.
And the pièce de résistance —a lighted reindeer with a gold bow around its neck whose head bowed in a graceful dip.
For some crazy reason, tears filled her eyes. Maybe it was because her parents, who were Christmas lovers just like Jagger, despite their Jewish upbringings, were so far away, or it was just the time of year when sentiment ran high, but Viv found herself overcome with emotion.
She gripped his arm and whispered up at him, “It’s perfect—beautiful…thank you.”
Repositioning her so their hips faced each other’s, Jagger looked down at her. “It’s my favorite time of year. No one should have a dark house on Christmas.”
And then, while light snowflakes swirled around them, as the wind whistled and Nat King Cole sang “White Christmas”, their cold hands clasped at their thighs, Jagger kissed her.
Light at first, but still commanding, his lips met hers, testing them, fitting them to his mouth.
Viv sighed into him when his tongue touched hers for the very first time, the silken rasp making their entwined hands tighten. Fire shot to the pit of her belly, her toes curling inside her boots when his arms enveloped her, pulling her close.
Her arms slid up along Jagger’s, over his thick biceps covered in a puffy jacket, along the caps of his shoulders and eventually winding around his neck to curl her fingers into his hair.
Their groans mingled, the cold air suddenly not so cold.
Jagger’s hands swept over her spine as his arms pulled her closer, lifting her off her feet while he kissed her like she’d never been kissed before.
Her toes curled even tighter in her boots, her breathing grew harsh while she clung to him, absorbing his hard length and the rigid line in his jeans pressing against her.
Mouths clashed, more needy now, their kiss deepening, and her hunger grew, tightening like a coil waiting to spring. If Jagger had stripped her bare right outside the cottage in the freezing temperatures, she’d have been willing to succumb. The kiss was that good.
In the far off distance, she heard a ringing, or tinkling, or some jarring sound that had the nerve to interrupt this amazing, glorious kiss.
“That’s my damn phone,” he said against her mouth, nipping at her lips as he let her body slide down against his until her feet were on the ground.
Viv groaned her crushing disappointment. “Is it the ringtone for an emergency?”
He dropped a kiss on her nose, now getting cold, before letting her go. “’Fraid so. For right now, I am the only vet in town.”
Viv’s shoulders slumped and he gripped her hand in apology as she slipped past him. “I’ll go check the sauce. C’mon in when you’re done.”
With great reluctance, she made her way inside, the smell of spaghetti sauce rich and delicious with
He finished draping the last strand and made his way down the ladder, his strong thighs bulging and flexing as he went.
Grabbing the plug, he held it up with a smile. “You want the honors?”
Viv rubbed her cold hands together, driving her nose into her scarf. “Are you kidding? You did all the work. You do the honors.”
He pulled her to his side before bending to grab the extension cord and handing it to her. “On three, okay?”
She nodded and held up the extension cord, shivering against him, not entirely sure it was due to the cold. “One, two, three!”
The two ends connected and suddenly, the small cottage was a wonderland of soft white and multicolored lights, glowing cheerfully in the clear night.
They swayed gracefully from the A-frame’s roof, the glistening icicle lights twisting in the wind with a light tinkle. He’d bracketed the red front door with colored lights from top to bottom, wrapping them around a swag of evergreen at the top of the rounded arch.
Each shrub on either side of the door was adorned, too, covered in nets of lights that winked in the deep purple of the evening, and sparkling candy canes that lit up around their perimeters.
And the pièce de résistance —a lighted reindeer with a gold bow around its neck whose head bowed in a graceful dip.
For some crazy reason, tears filled her eyes. Maybe it was because her parents, who were Christmas lovers just like Jagger, despite their Jewish upbringings, were so far away, or it was just the time of year when sentiment ran high, but Viv found herself overcome with emotion.
She gripped his arm and whispered up at him, “It’s perfect—beautiful…thank you.”
Repositioning her so their hips faced each other’s, Jagger looked down at her. “It’s my favorite time of year. No one should have a dark house on Christmas.”
And then, while light snowflakes swirled around them, as the wind whistled and Nat King Cole sang “White Christmas”, their cold hands clasped at their thighs, Jagger kissed her.
Light at first, but still commanding, his lips met hers, testing them, fitting them to his mouth.
Viv sighed into him when his tongue touched hers for the very first time, the silken rasp making their entwined hands tighten. Fire shot to the pit of her belly, her toes curling inside her boots when his arms enveloped her, pulling her close.
Her arms slid up along Jagger’s, over his thick biceps covered in a puffy jacket, along the caps of his shoulders and eventually winding around his neck to curl her fingers into his hair.
Their groans mingled, the cold air suddenly not so cold.
Jagger’s hands swept over her spine as his arms pulled her closer, lifting her off her feet while he kissed her like she’d never been kissed before.
Her toes curled even tighter in her boots, her breathing grew harsh while she clung to him, absorbing his hard length and the rigid line in his jeans pressing against her.
Mouths clashed, more needy now, their kiss deepening, and her hunger grew, tightening like a coil waiting to spring. If Jagger had stripped her bare right outside the cottage in the freezing temperatures, she’d have been willing to succumb. The kiss was that good.
In the far off distance, she heard a ringing, or tinkling, or some jarring sound that had the nerve to interrupt this amazing, glorious kiss.
“That’s my damn phone,” he said against her mouth, nipping at her lips as he let her body slide down against his until her feet were on the ground.
Viv groaned her crushing disappointment. “Is it the ringtone for an emergency?”
He dropped a kiss on her nose, now getting cold, before letting her go. “’Fraid so. For right now, I am the only vet in town.”
Viv’s shoulders slumped and he gripped her hand in apology as she slipped past him. “I’ll go check the sauce. C’mon in when you’re done.”
With great reluctance, she made her way inside, the smell of spaghetti sauce rich and delicious with
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