Page 17 of Mistletoe Kisses

Like she can’t use her words, she double fists my shirt and clinches it tight enough to make her knuckles turn white. Once she realizes I’m not moving until she feeds me what I want to hear, she shakes. “Your fingers, I want them inside.”

“That’s my girl.” Humming my approval, her body immediately trembles. Her hands drift up before she grips my shoulders, squeezing them both tight.

Seems we both like the words that are coming out of me naturally.

Putting her out of her misery, I shove my hand into her pants and wiggle my way into her underwear. Discovering how drenched she is, I curse under my breath.

Just when I think that I might be able to get a handle on things, she continues to surprise me.

I barely have enough time to push two fingers inside of her before she’s moving. Small jerks of her hips cause my palm to grind against her clit. Feeding me with every moan, I reward her with the curl of my fingers. I must brush against something good because my name drags heavily against her tongue.

For the rest of my days, this is going to haunt me. Every time I need to stroke my cock, I’m going to recall the way she sounds.

Just when I’ve got her on the edge, her hands drift higher to entangle her fingers in my hair. Pulling my head back, she kisses me with a surprising amount of desperation. I feel it too, deep down. As her walls clamp down around my fingers, I swallow down her next moans and feel her sink against my front like alifeless ragdoll. Resting her cheek against my chest, I’m sure she can hear the heavy thud of my heartbeat.

Slowly dragging my hand away, my arms wrap around her to keep her in place. I could fall asleep like this, her body curled up against my chest.

However, we both know we can’t. Not when her parents will be returning later tonight. If we were caught in this position, I can only imagine what would happen. Still, Cassidy is in no rush to move.

If she wants me to carry her to her room and tuck her in bed, I’ll do it. I’ll let her tighten her hold on my heart and squeeze it dry if that’s what it takes to make her satisfied.

“Will you be staying until the new year?”

My chin brushes her hair as I register her question. Despite believing I plan on leaving, she did all of that? Tightening my hold on her body, I grunt. I don’t know what to tell her. Not when I don’t want to go anywhere that she isn’t.

Stroking her back and enjoying this moment without letting reality slip in and ruin everything, I tell her yes.

I plan on looking at cabins again. This time, it won’t be to run away from all of my problems. I have a new goal in mind. I need a home to spend the rest of my life in, one that has enough room for Cassidy.

9

Cassidy

Am I a bad daughter for sneaking around with the man who can’t seem to keep his hands off of me? I should say something to my parents. It’s the right thing to do. After all, they’re hoping Mylo is getting over the past. They might not like the idea of him doing that by catching any alone time he can with me.

Even now, we risk getting caught. All I wanted to do was knock some laundry out of the way and now I’m sitting on the washer while it hums, Mylo pushed between my thighs. The constant vibration below and his massaging touch against my hips is what makes me ruffle up the front of his shirt each time I try to pull him closer.

I don’t even know where my parents are now. They could be lingering about and I don’t think either of us would notice. Most of my attention is on not moaning and alerting the masses. It’s a little harder said than done when this guy is learning how much I love it when his thumbs dig into my inner thighs.

How we haven’t made it past make-out sessions and heavy petting is a wonder. I’m pretty sure we’re both ready to tear each other’s clothes off at this point. If it weren’t for the small creaks in the house, the little warnings we get that we’re supposed to be tip-toeing around here, then maybe we’d have done something by now.

Just thinking about it sours my mood a bit and I’m pushing him away.

“What’s wrong?” He tilts his head and as of late, he’s been wearing that smile that twists my insides up. Giving me one now, it’s hard to pick out the answer. “If you’re worried–”

“I want to tell them.” Teasing the front of his shirt, I notice the way his chest stills. “I don’t want to hide this anymore.”

He stares at me, his brows furrowing. We both know the possibilities that can happen if we shine a light on our relationship, and I’m sure he’s thinking of all the bad things that can happen. My father can be a scary guy, but he’ll understand. My mother, she’ll want me to be happy.

Reaching forward, I cup his bearded cheeks and fight the urge to kiss him again, even as a simple brush.

“How long do you think we can keep this up? Tomorrow’s Christmas. Do you think New Years will be long enough? Valentine’s Day?” I don’t think I can wait longer than another day. I want to be able to call him mine and announce it to the world. Doesn’t he want the same?

Cupping my hips, he gives them a squeeze and his forehead grazes mine. “I wanted to have a place to whisk you off to first in case they weren’t too happy with us. A nice little cabin, you know? That’s not too bad sounding.”

I picture this man doing just that. If my parents didn’t support us, would he really throw me over his shoulder and make a run for the mountains? A smile forms on my lips and my stomach tightens. I can’t say I hate the idea of it all.

He pulls back, meeting my gaze with a more serious one. “I’m already in the works with chatting up a realtor to check out some places, Cas. The holidays are slowing everything down and the snow is making things challenging, but I’m serious about you. I want this, want us.”

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