Page 29 of Mistletoe Love Match
She gifted him with that mischievous twist of a grin. “I’m not sure I have a choice in the matter. The spirit of Christmas couldn’t make itself any clearer. Sprigs of mistletoe have been hounding us all day, and I dare say, its magic has landed us here—in this unexpected wonderland cottage. The mistletoe’s been trying to tell us something. There’s a good chance, if we don’t heed its call, we could end up on Santa’s naughty list. We’ll have to hope we don’t kill each other in the process, but yes, Alec Lamb, I agree to chase the unexpected with you.”
“I’m going to have to disappoint you regarding one of your assertions,” he replied in a mock-serious tone.
“Disappointing me already? How very British of you. And what disappointment shall I prepare myself for?” she asked, mimicking his mock-serious tone.
His cock twitched. “After I’m done with you, the only list we’ll be allowed on is the naughty one.”
She swayed and brushed against him, rendering him rock-hard.
Her eyes widened. “I see the Christmas spirit has strengthened your resolve. You appear to be ready to stuff some stockings.”
This woman.
He was near dizzy with happiness.
He eyed her appraisingly. “And you look like you’re ready to have your stocking stuffed.”
Calliope leaned in. “I have the feeling we’ll never be able to look at Christmas fireplace decor the same way again.”
He scanned the generic stockings dotting the hearth and shrugged. “I can live with that,” he growled, then captured her mouth in a scorching kiss, hot enough to land them on the very top of the naughty list. He couldn’t help himself. She tasted like sugar-coated forever, and he devoured her sweetness.
“Alec,” she breathed between kisses, “I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
She gave him the once-over. “Take off your shirt.”
He wasn’t expecting that. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to say no. He held her gaze and peeled off his powder blue top, doing a scrubs strip tease.
Lust glittered in her eyes as the dirtiest expression bloomed on her face. “I thought you were hot in those gray sweatpants, but they don’t hold a candle to you topless in scrubs. It takes my Dr. Dirty Talk fantasy to a whole new level.” She raised her index finger. “But wait! I’ve got a naughty little move of my own.”
He stepped back and crossed his arms. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
She pranced around the room, then slipped her emerald panties from her pocket. Theatrically, she waved them over her head like a naughty cowgirl, then tossed them onto the tree. “It needed that,” she quipped playfully before sauntering over to the couch. She turned her back to him and bent over. “Don’t mind me,” she teased. “I’m fluffing these cushions.”
He didn’t think he could want her more.
“I’m thinking about fluffing something a hell of a lot better than cushions,” he replied, drinking in her beautiful bare ass.
She peered over her shoulder with a come-hither look in her eyes. “If the doctor is in, I’m ready to have my halls decked.”
Damn right she was ready.
He came up behind her and brushed her hair over her shoulder. “Are we doing this while making terrible Christmas puns?” he asked and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Because I’m ready to jingle your bells.”
“Look who’s got a funny side,” she replied, then moaned as he ran his teeth below her earlobe.
“I’m more concerned with yourbackside. Hold on to the couch. You’ll want to brace yourself. Santa isn’t the only one who’ll be coming tonight.”
Her body vibrated with laughter. “That’s a good one.”
He shrugged down his pants and boxer briefs and rubbed the tip of his shaft against her entrance. Her giggling ceased, and she inhaled a sharp breath as he pressed past her delicate folds. She was already slick with desire. Lust tore through him, and the urge to thrust hard and fill her to the hilt nearly took over. Yes, he wanted her. He wanted her so badly he could barely see straight, but tonight was special. He exhaled a slow breath and backed away from her.
Calliope peered over her shoulder. “What are you waiting for?”
He’d been waiting for the chance to have her for more than just a fast screw. They weren’t hidden away in the pantry or banging against the bathroom sink. They had this cottage all to themselves.
He scanned the space and found Mrs. Krangle’s plate of cookies on a side table. “Here, have a cookie,” he said, and handed her one of the frosted treats. “And could you step back a few feet?”
