Page 46 of The Mistletoe Bluff
Then she kissed me.
Maya Beck, the woman I’d secretly fancied for over a year, that I had dreamed about kissing, was kissingme.
Throwing caution to the wind, I leaned into it, pulling her flush against me. Her lips were as soft as I had imagined.
We lost ourselves in the kiss, her fingers in my hair and mine around her back, when she pulled back with a gasp, almost falling off the seat. She put a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers.
“That must have been some dream,” I commented, and her cheeks went red as a rose. I dared to brush her hair back as she blinked at me.
“I’m sorry,” she said, still covering her mouth.
“I’m not.”In fact, I’d like to do it again.
She shook her head and a flood of frigid air slammed into me as she whipped off the blanket and sat up, putting her face in her hands.
“Hey,” I said, sitting up next to her, ignoring my protesting muscles, cramped after being in one position for so long. I pulled her hair away from her face so I could see her. “What’s wrong?”
Maya shook her head again. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“Because I just threw myself at you! Like a…like—”
Her breaths were coming faster and faster, sounding like she was going to hyperventilate.
“Maya,” I soothed. “Look at me.”
Her sniffle threatened to undo me. I took her face in my hands.
“Maya, I don’t regret that kiss for even a moment. Please don’t be embarrassed.”
She sniffled again, looking at me with glassy eyes. “You don’t?”
“I’d happily do it again to show you just how much Idon’tregret it.”
Maya rolled her eyes with a scoff, but the corners of her mouth twitched as she fought a smile.
“I must know though…whatwere you dreaming about?”
“Do I even need to tell you?” She tucked her hair behind an ear. “Didn’t that tell you enough?”
“Well, when something gets me kissed likethat, I’d like to know what it was.” A slow smile spread across my face. “Do you often have naughty dreams about me, princess?”
She hit my arm again. “They’re notnaughtydreams.”
“So, you admit it was about me.” I grinned. “Wait. Dreamsas in plural? You’ve dreamt about me more than once?”
“Ugh,” she groaned, putting her tomato-red face back in her hands. “Of course, that’s what you picked out of that sentence.”
I made a show of brushing off my shoulders and adjusting the collar of my shirt. “Feel free to keep having those dreams if it means you kissing me some more.”
Maya rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile she was fighting. “Don’t let it go to your head too much, Oliver. They’re just dreams.”
I nodded, pressing my lips together. “Keep telling yourself that, princess. But please, feel free to keep falling asleep in my arms.” I gave her a wink that awarded me a light punch to the arm. I enjoyed making this woman flustered, way more than I should.
An easy quiet fell in the car. Maya blinked, likely remembering why we were in the car to begin with.
“Did it stop snowing?”
