We secure it on the tarp and tie it to the back of the truck. All of us hop back in the vehicle, and when we get back to the house, we drag it to the front steps.

Then the real work starts. It takes about an hour to move it inside the house and secure it on the tree stand. And even though it's a pain in the butt, I have to admit it makes it feel like Christmas. Plus, all my nieces and nephews are running around and shrieking with excitement.

But the thing I notice the most is Georgia beaming. And that funny feeling in my gut sparks again.

I go over to her and kiss her since I know I can get as many as I want when my family's around. I ask, "Did you miss me?"

She looks flustered but recovers, stating, "Nope!"

"Ouch," I declare, pounding my heart.

She laughs and points to the stuff I tossed onto the chair, inquiring, "Since when do you wear cowboy hats?"

"When I'm here. Why? Does it get you riled up?" I tease.

She doesn't answer, just bats her eyes and smiles.

Is she flirting with me?

No.

She picks up the Carhartt flannel. "This makes you look kind of rugged."

Yes! She's flirting with me.

Why am I even wondering this?

My stomach flips some more, and my chest tightens. I try to think what to say to flirt back, but I'm suddenly speechless.

What is it about this woman that keeps making me forget how to speak?

I regain my cockiness and tug her closer to me, trying to ignore my growing erection. I lower my voice and suggest, "Is this what you're into? Do I need to dress down for you?"

Her eyes light up, and her face flushes. She claims, "I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to, Sunshine," I arrogantly state, then stare at her lips again until her cheeks turn the color of a tomato.

She pushes her hand against my pecs, and I secure my arm around her.

Then I invoke my PDA rights, palming her ass cheeks and leaning into her ear, murmuring, "Why don't you admit you think I'm cute?"

She laughs and whispers, "Do you ever get sick of being so full of yourself?"

Jesus. I don't think I've ever wanted to have sex with anyone so badly before.

I lower my voice even more and claim, "I'm pretty sure if you had let me lick your sweet pussy last night, you would have had no problems afterward seeing what it's like to be full of me." I retreat and pin my gaze on hers.

Her bottom lip trembles slightly. She takes a short breath, then clears her throat, announcing, "Why yes, Sebastian! I'd love to see you let the girls put makeup on you tonight!"

"What? Yes!" Isabella screams, grabs Sebastian's hand, and jumps up and down.