Page 64 of Christmas Wish
Chapter Seventeen
Cold slivers oflight flecked through the kitchen window casting watery stripes across the hardwood floor. The coffeemaker buzzed on the counter and the air carried the rich aroma of roasted dark beans. A bar of light from the walk-in pantry formed a rectangle on the floor in front of the half-opened door, and a rendition of “Jingle Bells” filtered into the room. Ryder smiled as he stood listening to Savannah sing as she rummaged through the pantry shelves. He walked over to the island and waited for her, not wanting to intrude on her private moment.
Savannah closed the door with her foot, her arms loaded with boxes and cans.
“Let me help you,” he said, and her head snapped up as if startled to hear his voice, and then she beamed. Ryder took the bag of flour from her hands and the cans of pumpkin and evaporated milk and turned around to place them on the counter.
“You planning to stay in and cook all day?” he asked.
Setting the other items down, she nodded. “I’m going to make Christmas cookies, pumpkin pies, and waffles. The waffles are for breakfast, but I wanted to bake a pumpkin pie and make up a tin of cookies for Cara and Hawk. They’ve been so nice to me and Timmy.” Her sparkling eyes hit him right in the groin.
Ryder drew her to him, his lips capturing hers. They were warm and soft and a small moan slipped past them. His tongue invaded the recesses of her mouth, plunging and swirling, until he felt her body lean into his embrace.
“You’re something special, woman,” he said, his hands gliding down her jeans and landing on her ass. Cupping her cheeks, he pressed her closer to him.
“You’re not too shabby, either.” Savannah swept her tongue across his lips and he caught it, sucking it inside his mouth, tasting it.
“Spearmint—I like it,” he muttered as he broke away a bit. He ground his hard dick against her, lust shooting through him. Grabbing her hand, he pushed it against his rigid bulge, and she moved it up and down. “That feels real good, darlin’”—he dug his fingers into the denim fabric—“but it’ll feel a lot better inside your sweet pussy,” he growled, nipping at the base of her throat.
“Mmm … I know it will, but Hawk already dropped Timmy off”—she threw her head back, and he ran his tongue up her throat—“and we already had a hot turn in the sheets before Timmy came home.”
“That doesn’t mean shit, baby. Now that I’ve tasted you, I want more. I’ve always been a greedy sonofabitch.” And it was true. There was something about Savannah that made him want to lose himself over and over in all those luscious curves, to lick, suck, and fuck to oblivion. And he wanted them to belong only to him.
Savannah cocked her head to the side, and Ryder lavished kisses all over the side of her neck, loving the way she kept stroking his encased dick and becoming more aroused by the millisecond. The sounds of her whimpers and hushed moans was enough to make him mess up his pants right there and then.
Ryder heard Brutus’s familiar footsteps, and he stiffened then pulled away. “Timmy,” he whispered at a confused Savannah. He followed her gaze toward the doorway and saw Timmy shuffle in.
“I’m hungry,” he said. “I think Brutus is too.”
Ryder laughed, pinched Savannah’s ass and walked over to the bottom cupboard and pulled out a bag of dried dog food. A flurry of barks and yelps ensued as the dog jumped up on his hind legs, his tailing wagging furiously. Ryder filled the stainless steel dog bowl, and Brutus nudged against his leg to get at the food.
“See—he was hungry,” Timmy said, standing next to the island.
Ryder ruffled the boy’s head then put the large bag back into the cupboard. “Did you have a good time with your friends last night?”
“It was the bestest,” the boy said, his head bobbing.
“It was thebest, honey, not thebestest,” Savannah said.
Ryder winked at Timmy. “Your mom said you got in early this morning.”
“Yeah. Mr. Benally said he had stuff to do. Everyone went home early.”
Hawk’s at church ironing out the details for tonight.He glanced at Timmy and Savannah talking.
“… waffles. They’ll be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
“Did you buy out the grocery store?” Ryder asked picking up the box of waffle mix.
She lightly punched his arm and snatched the box from his hands. “Smart aleck.”
He swatted her ass as she passed in front of him, the island hiding his action from Timmy, who was now seated at the table.
“Do you want to help me decorate some cookies for Isa and Braxton?” Savannah asked her son.
“Okay.” Timmy yawned.
“Maybe after we eat, you want to lie down for a nap.”
