Page 126 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
I groan and do the same to him, until our tongues meet, tangling, dancing, creating a heat between us. A friction. A connection so great that I never want this to end.
I wish I weren’t wearing a jacket.
I wish I weren’t covered in so many layers, because I want to feel his callused hands across my body. I want to feel the strength of his hold. I want—
He pulls away, catching his breath as his eyes meet mine.
Confused.
Turned on.
Greedy.
He runs his tongue over his lips before he says, “You taste fucking amazing.”
“Then why did you stop?” I ask as I attempt to go in for more.
“Because if I kiss you more, it might go in a different direction, especially with you being on my lap.”
I smirk. “Are you saying you’re getting very turned on…Snow Daddy?”
“Jesus,” he mutters, and if it were brighter out here, I know I’d be able to see that blush on his cheeks that he wears so well. “Let’s just say I might have to test out your bendiness in the truck.”
“I’m not opposed. There’s plenty of room for me to move around.”
“Well, I am. Opposed, that is.” He smoothes his hand over my cheek and down my neck. “You deserve more than a quick fuck in my truck, Storee. You deserve so much more.”
“If that’s the case, show me into your house.”
He winces. “Yeah, you don’t want to go in my house.”
“Why not?”
“It’s just not…it’s not ready for company.”
“Are you messy?” I ask.
“Something like that,” he says softly. “Plus, what if Taran comes looking for you? You should probably get back to your house.”
Okay, any other time I might find this incredibly insulting. I mean, I’m on the man’s lap, making out with him, more than willing to take this so much further, and he’s trying to send me on my way. But I know it has nothing to do with me and everything to do with him and his readiness to explore something more.
I can respect that.
“You might be right about Taran. She would have a coronary if she saw us kissing on your porch. That, and I think I’m having a tough time feeling my toes.”
“It’s not that cold,” he says with a laugh, which I’m glad to hear because even though he’s shutting this down, at least he’s still in good spirits.
“It is to me.” And for the hell of it, because he tastes too damn good, I lean in and move my mouth over his one more time, reveling in the way his beard grazes my skin, the softness of his lips, and the way he surrenders his control, letting me kiss him again.
When I pull away, his eyes slowly open this time. He lets out a low, deep “fuck.”
Just the reaction to make a girl feel like she has all the power.
I smile to myself and then climb off his lap. I hold my hand out to him. “Walk me to my house?”
He stands, adjusts himself, and then tosses the forgotten cocoa into the snow. Then he places the cup back on the top the thermos and offers it to me before he takes my hand in his.
Together, we walk along the shoveled sidewalk and up the porch to Aunt Cindy’s door, Taran’s bright lights showing off Cole’s handsome face.
