Page 94 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

He showed up for me.

That makes my heart dance in a pitter-patter, and I am lost in his kiss, my thoughts growing silent.

“There, that’s better.” Noel breaks off the kiss, holding me close.

“Is it?”

“Yes.” He smiles so huge I can see his molars. Tilting my chin, he slants his mouth across mine.

I’ve missed his taste, his sure, firm touch.

There’s a knock on my door, the take-out.

“Dinner,” I explain. I practically run to the door.

I pay with my credit card, take the bag of food, and place it on the counter.

“Want to stay?” I take out two plates from the cupboard.

“Yes, I do.”

“Noel…”

“You invited me to stay, Holly. You could have easily told me to go.”

I’m swimming in a mixture of pleasure and nerves, but I want him near me. I don’t want him to go.

I want to wake up to this man every morning, even if I can’t give him all of my nights.

“I want you to stay,” I whisper the words.

Noel takes the plates from my hands and gently sets them on the counter.

“I’m not going anywhere, Holly, unless you tell me to. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not next year. I’m yours for as long as you want me.”

21 NOEL

Her eyes scan my face as if she is seeking reassurance? I don’t know. But then her lips part, and that’s all I need. I crush my lips against hers, and she moans into my mouth.

Desire surges through my veins, hot and demanding. I need to be in this woman right now.

I lift her, to her squeal of delight, cupping her gorgeous ass.

Guessing the hallway leads to the bedroom, I march down it and nudge open a blue door with my foot.

“Noel,” she says against my lips. It’s a plea and one of acceptance as she holds onto my neck as I place her down on the bed.

She’s pressing hot kisses on my neck, and her hands are flying right to my waistband.

“I want you inside me.”

“That’s good, sweetheart because that’s the only place I want to be.”

She pulls my shirt off, my lips are glued to hers, and I’m pressing my erection against her clothed skin.

I pull her dress off her shoulders but fumble, the fabric not cooperating. Somehow, Holly gets it off her.

“Gorgeous.” I break off the kiss.

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