Page 15 of Mistletoe Kisses

I want it too. Even if my mind tells me I shouldn’t, I do.

“You haven’t brought it back up,” she chews on her lip and her eyes fall to take in the heavy swell of my chest. “I figured you wouldn’t want my parents to know. Well, I heard them leave, and who knows when they’ll be back,”

She’s babbling, her body twitchy. Only once I lean forward and graze her hips with my fingers does she grow silent. A small smile forms when I pull her down on the seat with me. Once she’s straddling my lap, it feels like she’s right where she’s meant to be.

Unlike with the mistletoe, no one is around to disrupt us. So when she leans forward and cups my face, our mouths meet with no hesitation.

I don’t want to let her go.Never.

Those thoughts of the future start creeping back in, growing more and more promising. I don’t know how, but I’ll convince her to stay. Even if I have to risk messing up this whole marriage thing again, I’ll get a ring around her finger and make her mine.

Her hips shift as our tongues glide and my cock stiffens immediately. Doesn’t help that I was already semi-hard from just thinking about her. She lets out this soft moan as she discovers my state and sighs against my lips.

This woman is going to ruin me. This isn’t the place for things to happen, but I’m tempted to strip these fuzzy pants from her bottom half.

As her hands press against my chest, her eyes lower before a look of contemplation takes over her face.

“What is it?” When she moves, I reach out for her as I immediately miss having her in my arms. For only a moment, I wonder if I’ve done something wrong. That well of concern dries up as she glides off my body and rests in between my knees.

Her fingertips glide up my thighs and I realize what she wants to do.

I must’ve passed out on the couch because there is no way in hell this is happening. There is no way she’s tracing the outline of my cock with her fingers.

Except, she is. Even worse, I don’t think touching me through my pants is going to satisfy her.

8

Mylo

How did I let it get so far?

As she settles on her knees, we both stare at each other without a word passing by. There is no explanation, just simple movement as she glides in place. It takes little effort before she’s pulling my cock out and wrapping her fingers around my hot length.

She takes in my appearance with a small smile. Even worse, her tongue swipes against her lower lip.

As my throat bobs with a nervous swallow, My lips part but nothing comes out.

Why am I not stopping her? It’s like my body is frozen in place. Even my lungs aren’t doing their job, my breath catching the back of my throat.

Her hands crawl up my thigh as she settles comfortably between my parted knees. I’ve never known her to be direct, but something has shifted behind her gaze. A look of determination.Whatever she wants, I have no doubt she will do whatever she must to get it.

Should’ve accepted the invite to go to the movies. Should’ve taken whatever chance I could to not get stuck in this situation.

The problem isn’t that I don’t want her touch. It’s that Ido.

If I don’t stop her now, there is no going back. I’m going to want to do everything possible to make her mine. Something like this will haunt me otherwise.

The lights from the Christmas tree are reflecting against her hair, a mix of colors painting the strands. She’s got this glow going on thanks to the poor decision of not turning on any lights. Then again, I didn’t exactly expect to have any company.

Cassidy should be tucked away in her room, not on her knees.

“Can I…?” Her breath tickles the thin layer of precum coating the tip.

Fuck, now she’s asking for permission?

I nod. One small dip of my chin is the most I can manage.

The way she bats her eyelashes, her lips trembling as her delicate fingers squeeze around me in such an experimental way, I am right back to being unable to speak. I stifle a groan when her tongue flicks out, tasting me. She hums and traces the slit, all while keeping her eyes on mine.

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