Page 28 of Chasing Mr. December

I clear my throat. “Easy.It’s a Wonderful Life. You?”

“Die Hard.” I can’t help but roll my eyes in response. “What? Itisa Christmas movie.”

Turning my head, I look at him. If it’s possible, he’s even more handsome in the moonlight. The air seems to crackle between us as my eyes hold his. I can practically see the stars reflected back at me in his mesmerizing blue orbs.

“Is there someone special in your life?”

“Yes,” I blurt before I think better of it. His face seems to morph from playful to pensive, a deep V developing between his brows before he turns away.

How can he not see it’s him?

Unsure where this sudden jolt of confidence is coming from, I turn on my side facing him and ask, “How about you?” As the silence permeates the air between us, my confidence wanes and the familiar quaking of my limbs from earlier returns.

“No.” He turns to me as my face falls. Reaching over, he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Why the long face, short stuff?”

Be brave, Quinn.You’re not a kid anymore. No regrets. “I thought you could feel it, too.”

A shocked expression takes over his face. But unlike in my fantasies, he doesn’t move. He doesn’t pounce and take me in his arms. There’s no passionate kiss.

Have I read this all wrong? An internal battle starts to war within me. He’s leaving soon, just go for it. You’ll never know unless you try.

So, I do.

Pushing aside rational thought, I lunge for him, covering his mouth with mine. Straddling his hips, I feel my body shake, overtaken with nervousness. I dig my fingers into his hair to anchor myself. It takes a moment before I realize he’s kissing me back.

All of a sudden, I’m on my back, and he’s leaning over me. “I thought you were… that you had a…” Of course, this man, of all men, would never make a move if he thought I was involved with someone.

“Only you.”

With that, he cups my cheek with one hand and dips down to kiss the corners of my mouth before diving back in for a long, languid kiss. It’s the type of kiss dreams are made of where teeth clash as tongues dance. He pulls back, nibbling on my lower lip before dropping his lips to my throat.

I arch my back as he trails open mouth kisses down my collarbone and between my breasts. The temperature hasdropped, but it’s barely noticeable as his mouth on my skin has set my body aflame.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs as he teases the top button of my blouse. He’s being so sweet and gentle when all I want is to rip every piece of clothing to shreds until there’s nothing between us.

I nod, considering it’s probably the more mature way to handle this.

One by one, he painstakingly unbuttons my top and opens it to reveal my red lacy bra. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Quinn.”

My body quivers at his words, overwhelmed at hearing them in real time.

“Baby, are you cold?”

I shake my head rapidly.Please, don’t ever stop calling me baby.

“But you’re shaking.”

“I’m not cold,” I admit and bite my lip to keep my teeth from chattering. At least in my dreams, my anxiety isn’t such a backstabbing shrew.

A salacious grin crosses his handsome face, and he tightens his arms around me, his teeth teasing my nipples through the thin silk. I again scrape my nails against his scalp as my body soars in unbelievable delight. He shifts to lower the cups of my bra, sucking from each peak before moving lower.

His blue eyes are now almost black as he peers up at me, lifting my skirt to reveal my matching red silk panties. “Holy fuck, Quinn,” he groans. My head falls back as he runs his nose along the center of my sex. I’m embarrassingly wet. But if you considerall of the fantasies I’ve had about this man, I’ve endured foreplay for years.

He crawls back over me, grinding his hips into my thinly covered pelvis as he kisses me with unhurried abandon. There’s no mistaking he’s as aroused as I am. Curling one leg around his hip, holding him close to me, I push back against his length.

The kissing stops as he gazes down at me. There’s a reverence there I’ve never seen from anyone. “Can I make love to you?”

What?

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