Before the Snow Stops
Melting Point, Book 2
Dear Santa,
I take back my wish for a Caribbean Christmas.
Because being snowed in with my billionaire baby daddy might just be the miracle I didn’t know I needed.
When my daughter’s nanny breaks her hip, I have no choice but to deliver Bella to her father for the holidays. My plan? Drop her off and run before Enrick Hughes’ sinfully blue eyes make me do something reckless. Again.
But the blizzard has other plans.
Now I’m stuck in his family's mansion, wearing borrowed silk pajamas, trying to ignore the heat in his gaze—and the memory of the night that changed everything.
He says this storm is fate’s second chance.
I say it’s a disaster wrapped in Christmas lights.
Either way… it’s going to be one unforgettable holiday.
Around us, fat snowflakes drift down, melting instantly in the steam rising from the water. String lights wrapped around the deck railing cast red and green reflections on the churning surface. It’s like kissing her inside a snow globe.
Fuck.
This is better than my memory. Better than the dreams that have haunted me for six years. She tastes like hot chocolate and peppermint, and when she rocks against me, I groan into her mouth.
“Dez—”
“Don’t talk,” she breathes against my lips. “Don’t make me think about why this is a bad idea.”
I should be noble and slow things down. Make sure she really wants this. Instead, I slide my hands up her back, finding the tie of her bikini top.
“Enrick!” Gina’s voice carries from the intercom. “Kids want to know if you’re doing s’mores!”
Desiree jerks back as if she’s been electrocuted, scrambling off my lap so fast she creates a tidal wave. “Oh my God.”
“Dez, wait—”
But she’s already climbing out of the hot tub, grabbing her robe and donning it quickly. “That didn’t happen.”
“Pretty sure it did.” I run a hand through my wet hair, trying to calm my racing heart. Among other things. “And I’m pretty sure we need to do it again.”
“No.” She backs toward the door, clutching the towel tighter. “That was just... temporary insanity. Storm-induced madness. Too much proximity and—”
“Bullshit.”
She freezes at my harsh tone. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I stand, not bothering to hide how affected I am. Her eyes drop to my erection, then snap back up. “That was six years of unfinished business demanding attention.”
“We have no unfinished business.”
“We have a whole dissertation’s worth of unfinished business.” I step out of the hot tub, and she takes another step back. “But if you want to keep running, go ahead. I’ll be waiting at the finish line when you’re ready to stop.”
