Five years ago, he broke her heart. This Christmas, he's determined to put it back together … one stolen kiss at a time.
Ellie Carter doesn’t have time for second chances, especially not with the biker who walked away when she needed him most. As a single mom and organizer of the town’s biggest holiday toy drive, she’s got enough on her plate. But when the local MC steps in to help and Dasher shows up at her door, all flannel, smirks, and regrets, old wounds start to ache.
Dasher Reed never stopped thinking about her. Not once in the long nights on the road. He screwed up last time, leaving behind the woman who made his world feel like home. Now he’s back, determined to make things right, even if he has to fight past her defenses and maybe win over a feisty six-year-old with a glitter obsession along the way.
The plan? Deliver toys. Avoid drama. And maybe, if he’s lucky, earn her forgiveness.
But snow’s falling, mistletoe’s hanging, and one kiss turns into two. As sparks reignite and old feelings resurface, Dasher and Ellie find themselves tangled in a second chance they never saw coming.
Dasher kissed her like he’d been starving. When he pulled back, it was only to whisper against her lips, “Tell me this isn’t a mistake.”
“It’s not,” Ellie whispered.
“Tell me you want me,” Dasher demanded.
“I never stopped,” she admitted.
He kissed her again, slower this time, deeper. One hand tangled in her hair, the other sliding to the small of her back.
The storm outside vanished. The years between them faded.
They stumbled toward the bed in a tangle of mouths and breath and clumsy urgency. Ellie yanked his flannel shirt free, hands tracing the scarred heat of his chest. He undressed her with care, peeling off her layers like she was something precious.
When they finally fell into bed, skin to skin, her breath caught.
“You’re still the only one who’s ever known how to touch me,” she whispered.
Dasher kissed a trail down her throat. “I never forgot.”
Their bodies fit like puzzle pieces, like they’d been made for this moment. Dasher rolled on top of her, plundering her mouth. She gave in, sucking down on his tongue. He left more kisses down her neck, the hollow of her throat. When he reached her nipples, they tightened to pebbles. She cried out when he took one into his mouth and sucked, but she only sunk her fingers into his hair, encouraging him.
Dasher took his time, worshipping the line of her body. When he reached the crevice between her legs, she arched under him, digging her fingers into his back, his name falling from her lips in a gasp.
