Waking in the middle of what was sure to end as a wet dream or me jerking my dick, ended up not being a dream at all. Charlotte straddles my thighs while her mouth and tongue suckle and lick me like a Popsicle.

My hands gather her long hair up and the sight of her mouth spread over my thick, hard flesh catches me off guard and I suddenly come. No warning. Nothing. Just full-blown orgasm, as stream after stream of sperm shoots out of my cock. Charlotte sucks every last drop before she crawls up my torso with a huge, satisfied grin splitting her face.

“Good morning,” she whispers against my lips. “I woke with you hard and twitching so I couldn’t resist helping you along. I mean it had to be uncomfortable.”

I throw my head back and roar with laughter. “I thought I was dreaming.” Kissing her lips, I pull away and glance out of the window.

“We’ve had more snow, and the fire still has life.”

“Yeah, I piled it good in the hearth. I’ll get it to full flame again soon.” I frown. “I hope my dad gets back here okay.”

“When is he due back?”

“Later today.” I sit up with her in my arms, straddling my lap. “Hold the blanket around us, so we don’t get chilled.”

Grabbing the ends, Charlotte holds them tightly and I stride toward our bedroom and the steaming shower that awaits us.

I step straight inside once she drops the blanket to the floor, and the warm water is soon spraying down over us.

Charlotte slides her fingers into the short hair at the nape of my neck while she throws her head back, letting the water soak her hair.

I’m also betting that her hair isn’t the only thing wet, as I prod at her entrance with the head of my cock.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “Already?”

Chuckling, I inform her, “I’ve just had your pussy rubbing against my stomach as I carried you, what do you expect?” I grip her bottom with my hands and enter her in one hard thrust, praying my legs keep me standing.

“I’m making sure you’re fully awake,” I murmur into her ear, moments before I pin her to the wall with my hips, and raise her arms above her head, my hands on her wrists. “You’re mine.”

My mouth covers hers while water lashes over us, and my hips hammer, driving us both to the edge so quickly that I can’t breathe. I trail kisses down her neck and biting down on her earlobe, she hisses, “Tanner,” while her soft flesh quivers around my cock.

My breathing becomes harsher, my hips faster, and then I find my release just as Charlotte’s reaches her peak. I pant hard, resting my forehead against the shower wall as tremors work through me, causing me to shudder in reaction.

“You still alive?”

“Just about.” Pushing away from the wall, I pull out and steady Charlotte as her feet touch the tile of the shower floor. “Let me wash you.”

She gives a dirty laugh that my body really shouldn’t take notice of, but does.

“You put your hands on me, you know we won’t be getting out of this shower anytime soon, right?” She raises a brow.

“The snow is thick on the ground.” Smiling wickedly, I close in. “There’s nothing else to do.” I drop to my knees and looking up, hold her gaze, “Now spread your legs and let me taste you.”

* * *

An hour later, feeling as happily sated as Charlotte appears, I look out through the front window and sigh at the amount of snow we’ve had dumped on us overnight.

Last night I’d settled down with the sleeping woman in my arms without checking the forecast. It changes so quickly that I always check it before switching off for the night.

It’s going to take a while to get to the main road, but it’s something that I need to do. No way do I want my father stranded in town over Christmas.

“It’s bad, huh?” Charlotte asks, handing me a steaming cup of freshly made coffee, the smell of the ground coffee familiar.

“It will take a while, but I’ve cleared worse.” I wrap my arm around her waist, bringing her against me. “It’s part of a Montana winter…Are you sure you want this?”

I sense her still at my words as she tips her face to mine. I try avoiding her gaze, except she’s persistent.

“Yes, I want the snow storms. Yes, I want the cold and wet. I want every damn thing because this is where you are. I’d move to the north pole if it meant I got to live with you.”

My chest flutters with relief, surprising me because I hadn’t realized how worried I was that she’d change her mind. Winters here can be brutal, more so than Lexington, but there are a lot of things we can do to keep each other warm.

“Stop worrying.” She slips an arm around my waist, her head on my chest as we look outside. “I’m happier here with you than I was in Lexington. Not just because I was missing you but even before. I’m not a city person, and now that I’ve found love with you, I really am happy being here, truly. Please don’t ever doubt that.” She chuckles against me. “Our children will love growing up here. Think of all the things you can teach them on this land.”

I take a minute to compose myself before I lead Charlotte over to the sofa. I push her down gently and perch my ass on the coffee table in front of her. Her hands grasp mine while she frowns.

“We,” I cough, “haven’t discussed children, and the fact that we haven’t used any protection.” I wince. “We should have had this conversation before now.”

Charlotte bites her lower lip. “I urged you not to use protection. I just wanted to feel you without any barriers.”

Feeling the start of the familiar ache in my groin, I shift slightly and see the knowing light shining in Charlotte’s gaze.

She grins and quickly straddles me. “I know that I’m where I’m supposed to be, which is with you. I didn’t give a great deal of thought to the fact that I could get pregnant and that was irresponsible of me. I just don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you: hard and pulsing, between my thighs. I want to feel your hot release as you come because I find it hot and highly arousing.”

“Stop,” I groan. “If you carry on, I’m going to be inside you right here.”

She tilts her head to the side and strokes my erection through the sweats I’m wearing. “I think,” she whispers, pushing the band of the sweats down so my hard flesh springs free, “that we need to do lots of practice for those children we want… You do want children, right?”

“God, yes. Lots of kids,” I mumble while her small hand wraps around my shaft, her thumb rubbing the precum into the crown.

“Good.” She stands with her legs stretched over my lap and moving her panties to the side, slowly takes me inside her warm, wet body. “I want lots of kids.” She bites her lip, throwing her head back when she grinds down on me. “You feel so good.”

I slip my hands up inside her shirt to cup the beautiful mounds of her breasts. They’re heavy and when I brush my thumbs over the tight buds of her nipples, she arches, her eyes fluttering closed. She reaches behind her, grabbing onto my knees for support and slowly rides me.

It takes a lot to stay still while my flesh keeps disappearing inside of her. When she pulls off to the tip, I glisten with her arousal and the sight alone is enough to have me primed to come. Tingles of pleasure rush along the long hard length and when she drops all her weight, rocking uncontrollably, I let go.

Our release claims us and with the way her muscles are milking me, I’m not sure I’m going to be stopping any time soon…but of course I do.

Charlotte pants as she leans forward, dropping her face into my shoulder. Her breath tickles my neck, which sends a reaction to my dick causing it to twitch. She giggles. “How can you be getting hard again after that? I can’t move.”

“I’m always hard for you. I only have to think about you and I’m hard as rock.”

“I think I need a nap.”

Chuckling, I lift her off of me, and place her on the sofa. I groan at the sight of her beautiful pussy, wet with my release as I reach to tug her panties back in place. My hand trembles because I can’t resist and run a finger between her swollen lips.

“Oh!” she gasps.

I meet her eyes and smirk. “We’ll continue this later.”

With reluctance, I pull my hand away and tug my sweats into place. “We need to clean up.”

“No way. I want to feel you inside me all day.” Charlotte moves from the sofa, collects our coffee cups and heads toward the kitchen. From over her shoulder she shouts, “I’ll make us fresh coffee and something to eat.”

I move slowly toward her and trapping her with my body, I slide my hands around her midriff. “For the record, if I have already gotten you pregnant, I’ll be so damn happy, and won’t mind celebrating in the naked kinda way. If I haven’t yet, then we’ll practice until you are pregnant, and then we’ll continue to celebrate.” I kiss the curve of her neck and head toward the bedroom.

I’m so in love with that woman I can’t wait to make her my wife. I have every intention of asking her to marry me on Christmas, and it’s killing me, making all these plans with her but not mentioning marriage.

I’m not even afraid she’ll refuse because I know, with every breath in my body, she won’t. I just want to make our first Christmas together extra special, so I’ll wait. Even if it kills me.