Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
But he didn’t want to think about that. He still loved his dead wife and honored her memory, but now wasn’t the time to brood about her. He found that he wanted to be present in the here and now and take pleasure in this strange but enjoyable experience of being snowed in the cabin with Kelli.
The food prep was at the very back of the house and it looked like a typical human kitchen to Klaus. There was a free-standing oven and stove, a refrigerator, and a row of cabinets lined up along the wall.
But though the set-up was typical, there was something strange about the kitchen. Hanging, seemingly in midair, above each cabinet and also above the stove and the refrigerator, was a sprig of mistletoe.
Kelli didn’t seem to notice this at first—maybe because the sprigs of mistletoe were high above her head and she was immediately focused on the oven.
“Oh look—I think there’s a pie in there!” she exclaimed. “And look at the timer—it’s almost done!”
Klaus looked where she was pointing to the small clock located on the top of the stove and saw that she was right—the numbers were counting down and it looked like the pie would be done in about a minute.
“This must be where the smell of apples and cinnamon is coming from.” Kelli looked at him with bright eyes. “I love apple pie—it’s one of my favorites.”
Klaus couldn’t help loving her enthusiasm. He really liked that it was little things that made her happy and how excited she got for them.
“Then it looks like we’re having pie for a snack while we watch whatever vid we can find,” he said, grinning at her. It occurred to him that he hadn’t laughed and smiled so much in years but somehow this time with Kelli was really bringing him joy—an emotion he’d thought was completely gone from his life.
Just then the oven timer rang. Kelli was quick to cut it off, but when she tried to open the oven, she wasn’t able to.
“Klaus, will you try this? It seems to be stuck,” she said, after tugging on it for a moment.
Klaus tried…but with no success. It was like the shower door that had refused to open earlier, he thought. Which made him look up at the mistletoe hanging over the oven.
“Is it stuck?” Kelli asked anxiously. “We don’t want the pie to burn!”
“I think I know what’s the matter. Look up.” Klaus pointed and watched her eyes follow his finger.
“Oh—more mistletoe!” she exclaimed.
“I think I have an idea of what we have to do in order to open the oven,” Klaus remarked.
Kelli blushed prettily but didn’t seem reluctant.
“Well then, it looks like you’d better get down here and kiss me,” she murmured, pointing to her lips.
Klaus didn’t mind at all. Leaning down, he gathered her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, enjoying the sweet taste of her mouth. Kelli sighed and slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against him and making him want to cup and caress them all over again. Gods, she was such a sexy little Elite! Just being near her made his shaft rock hard…
Only the sound of the timer going off again broke the kiss.
“Oh, I thought I turned that off.” Kelli’s face was flushed as she turned the timer off for the second time. This time when she tried to open the oven door, it pulled down smoothly, revealing a beautiful, golden brown pie.
Klaus felt his stomach rumble.
“Hey, that looks really fucking good!”
“It smells just like the pie my grandma used to make. Hey, I need some oven mitts—can you see if you can find some?”
Klaus found some of the padded mitts hanging on a hook on the wall—they were decorated in big red bows and golden bells—and handed them to her. Kelli slipped them on and carefully removed the bubbling pie. She set it on the stove and leaned over to inhale deeply.
“Mmm, that smells delicious! We really should let it cool, but I don’t want to.”
“I don’t either,” Klaus said. Now that he smelled the pie, he really wanted some.
“Let’s find some plates to put it on,” Kelli suggested. “Would you check the cabinets?”
Klaus tried…but found that none of them were open.
“Uh-oh,” he groaned, looking at the sprigs of mistletoe above each one. “Sorry, sunshine, but I’m afraid the cabin strikes again.”
“I guess we’re just going to have to kiss to open each one, huh?” Kelli’s eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed but again, she didn’t look unwilling.
Klaus wasn’t either, but he was beginning to feel a little guilty.
“Kelli,” he began. “I think—”
“Shut up and kiss me!” Standing on her tiptoes, she reached for him, dragging him down for another sweet, passionate kiss.
Klaus couldn’t help it—he found himself responding eagerly. Her mouth was so sweet and her curvy little body fit again against his own much larger form so perfectly. He couldn’t resist. And to be honest, he barely tried.