Page 30 of Mistletoe Love Match
With a furrowed brow, a perplexed Calliope accepted the cookie and moved away from the sofa. “Are we taking a snack break?”
He threw the couch cushions on the ground.
“Or a pillow fight?” she pressed through a bite, watching him like he’d lost his mind.
He pulled out the sleeper bed and adjusted the mattress. “We’ve got a bed, and dammit, we’re going to use it,” he announced, then pointed to it like he’d discovered the Eighth Wonder of the World.
She took another bite of the sugar cookie, then set the half-eaten treat on the plate. “I should let you in on a little secret about me and beds. You’ll want to hold on to your stethoscope for this confession, Dr. Wanker. It might shock you,” she purred, sauntering past him as she seductively ran her hand across the mattress.
“Let’s hear it.” Christ, he loved it when she teased him.
She slipped her shirt over her head and dropped it to the ground. “I’m very particular about one thing when it comes to utilizing a bed.” She removed her bra and tossed it onto the tree. It hung next to her panties, creating the naughtiest set of tree trimmings he’d ever seen.
“Nice touch,” he said with a nod to her undergarments.
She pointed to the bed. “Sit,” she ordered.
Damn, he liked her bossy. He sat, happily channeling his inner golden retriever. Honestly, if she told him to bark, he’d throw open the window and howl at the moon.
She stood before him, lifted her leg, and pressed her booted foot between his thighs. “Can I get a little help with these?”
He went to work as if his sole purpose on this planet was to remove her footwear.
Boots off, she held his gaze and continued the strip tease. She hinged forward slightly, slid her skirt down her long, toned legs, then straightened to her full height. Like a beautiful temptress, she ran her hands down her torso and sighed a sexy little sound. “When it comes to beds, I like to sleep completely naked.”
His rock-hard hard-on was full-on okay with her sleeping in the buff.
Play it cool. Channel Frosty.
He kept his expression neutral. “Funny thing about that,” he replied, coming to his feet. He removed the rest of his clothing and stood before her, buck naked.
She raked her gaze down his body. “And what’s that?”
“I also like to sleep completely naked.”
“Aren’t we well-matched? Or should I say mistletoe-matched?” she finished and pointed to the ceiling.
He peered at the sprig—the bit of green and red that had sparked the events of this life-changing day. “We’re not just a mistletoe match. We’re a mistletoelovematch.”
She rested her hands on his chest. “I like the sound of that.”
“I like the sound of making you come more,” he countered, then whisked her into his arms.
Calliope shrieked as he tossed her onto the mattress. Her hair fanned out in waves around her face, but he didn’t join her—not yet. He paused. Surrounded by the scent of pine and peppermint, he surveyed the Christmas cottage and knew one thing for sure; their love story started here.
She ran her left foot down her right calf in a sensual, sexy movement. “Like what you see?”
“I love what I see.” He fell to his knees at the end of the bed. Starting with her ankles, he kissed a trail up her calves, past her knees, and hummed his pleasure as he worked his way to her hot, wet center. He teased her with his tongue. “And I love how you taste.”
She rocked her hips and tangled her fingers in his hair, writhing beneath him. “Better than Mrs. Krangle’s cookies?”
He glanced at the plate piled with the frosted treats. “What cookies? There’s only one cookie I want.”
She gifted him with a sexy smirk. “Good answer.”
He feasted on her body, then inched his way up her torso. He massaged her breasts, running his teeth along each tight peak, before licking a line to the hollow of her neck. He worked methodically. This was no furiously rushed fuck in a darkened closet. But make no mistake—he’d always be up for furiously fucking Calliope Cress. The mere thought of taking her hard and fast had his cock weeping.
But tonight was different.
