Page 26 of Wicked Mistletoe

I stare at him, caught between disbelief and a desperate, aching hope. “Unless you’re planning to slice my head open and reorganize my brain, I don’t see how, Rafael.” God knows I’ve tried everything else. Before Stacey settled on Lana, she’dparaded me in front of every top-tier shrink in the city. None of them could exorcise my demons.

His lips twitch, but he says nothing. So I cross my arms, impatience building, and with a bite of sarcasm, I push, “Well? How?”

No reply—Just his gaze traveling up and a sly smile stretching wider. My nerves instantly start buzzing.

What now?

He gestures above me, silent as ever, and I tilt my head back with a frown. I’m standing directly beneath one of the aisle signs. It reads: ‘A1:A2--cold beer, soft drinks, sports drinks, bottled water.’

But that’s not what he’s pointing at.

Oh.

Oh God.

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He’s pointing at the mistletoe dangling just below the sign, and my frown deepens. When I glance back at him, I’m startled by how close he suddenly is. “What—what does the mistletoe have to do with anything?”

Rather than answering, Rafael just closes the impossibly small gap between us, sending my heart back into a wild, frantic rhythm. His fingers sink into my hair, tilting my head back, and in that moment, time seems to slow as his head descends, then?—

Bam!His lips slam into mine with a possessive force that steals every bit of air from my lungs. The kiss is fierce, like he’s claiming me. His tongue battles mine for dominance, and I can’t help but surrender as his arms lock me tight against his rock-hard chest.

Oh. My. God.

A strangled moan escapes my throat, only to get swallowed by his ravenous mouth. My body ignites, every nerve firing with pleasure.. I should push him away, demand answers—but I’m gone, melting into him, my bones liquefying as I become nothing but heat and want, completely at his mercy.

Rafael groans, his grip tightening in my hair as the kiss turns harder, more feverish. His other hand slides down my back, grabbing a fistful of my ass through my slacks, and I mentally curse.I should’ve worn a dress.

His lips break from mine and start branding a fiery line over my face, teeth nipping as he journeys down my neck. I gasp when he pulls the sensitive skin of my throat into his mouth and bites. Hard. Enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure

Fuck.My pulse roars in my ear, each thump echoing the pain-pleasure sensations that ricochet through me. I lose all sense of control, and my arms shoot around his back, desperate for more contact. But he goes rigid, pinning my arms at my sides, and I groan in frustration that he keeps denying me the chance to touch him. “Rafael,please.”

His eyes snap to mine, those silvery depths swirling with dark, primal emotion, drawing me in like a magnet. My breath hitches as he slowly falls to his knees, never breaking the magnetic pull. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he commands. But really, I’m so entranced, I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

My brain skitters, still high on a mix of drugging pleasure and lingering pain, while he undoes the buttons of my pants and lets them pool around my ankles. The cool air rushes in, teasing my skin and making me gasp as he drags my panties down, too. Then, his hands clench my ass and pull me to him until I’m practically hovering over him.

Oh sweet baby Jesus, is he really going to?—

My hands dive into his hair, clutching him for balance as he settles between my thighs. “Rafael, I–”

“Shh,” he murmurs, blowing a hot breath through my folds. That one breath sends a thrill of electricity zipping through my body, and I can’t hold back a moan. My eyes flutter shut in pure bliss. “Open your eyes.”

And I obey, though it takes effort. He hums in approval, then presses his face to my cunt, breathing me in like I’m the sweetest flower.Holy shit. The first swipe of his tongue has me whimpering, my fingers clenching in his hair for dear life.

Another hum rumbles from his chest. “Hmm, delicious.”

The flat of his tongue glides through my folds, sending shudders through my body. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he swirls over my swollen clit, making me cry out. But he doesn’t linger. No, the playful devil’s already moving on, circling my entrance, teasing me wickedly.

I tense in anticipation, and then—oh fuck—he stiffens his tongue and pushes it into me. My eyes slam shut, my head falls back, and I shout his name to the fucking ceiling.

He growls in response, a primal sound that vibrates through my core and sparks a wild firestorm of need in my veins. Holy hell, this man knows how to set me off. Fuck being quiet. My brain short-circuits as he tightens his hold on my ass and devours me, his tongue plunging deep inside my pulsing cunt.

In and out, he thrusts, over and over, a relentless rhythm that drives me closer to the edge. “Yes, Rafael. Right there, baby. Yes. Yes.Yess,” I pant, chasing my pleasure like a woman possessed.

He angles his head, one hand leaving my hip, then his lips are on my clit.Oh hell, yes.He sucks me into his mouth like an expert; like he knows exactly how to ruin me. And my God, he does. Suddenly, two fingers join the assault, plunging deep into my wet sheath. And my whole body goes haywire—ecstasy flooding every nerve, hot and electric. The pad of his fingers curls right around the bundle of nerves that’s my G-spot, stroking it mercilessly.

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