Page 44 of Mistletoe Meet Cute
But I don’t.
Because that’s a lie.
I don’t want him to stop, even if I wish I did.
I drop my forehead to his chest and fist my fingers in his soft cotton tee. “We’re a really bad idea, Camden.”
Camden wraps my hair around his fist and tugs my head back. “Pretty sure we’re the best decision I’ve ever made, Holly.”
He lifts me from my feet, and I wrap my arms around him as Camden spins, pressing me against the cool floor-to-ceiling window looking out over the backyard and creek. His hands frame my face, and I melt under their touch. “Fuck, Holly. Last chance. Tell me to stop or tell me you’re with me.”
I lean into him, as the last of my willpower spontaneously evaporates. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Camden’s mouth is right there. His lips hovering over mine. Indecision is locked behind his eyes, soft and strong and so damn tempting. “I’m with you.”
His eyes close for a hot second, and when they open, white-hot heat is dancing in the depths of those green eyes. Hunger courses through my veins as a sharp, sweet bolt of lust hits me hard and deep before his mouth finally claims mine.
This time it’s just us.
This time there’s no one else.
His tongue licks into my mouth, and I moan as electricity sizzles like a live wire dancing between us. Our tongues dancea delicious dance, tasting and teasing and turning my world upside down until it’s only him and me and nothing else matters.
I dig my nails into his hot skin and shift my hips, desperate for relief.
For friction.
For him.
“Patience, little vixen,” he growls as he nips my bottom lip and spins me so my back is to him and my palms press against the glass. His hot voice washes over my cool skin, and a rush of goosebumps break out everywhere.
His arm wraps around my waist, slipping under my shirt, anchoring me to him as his chest presses against my back, his big body dwarfing mine. And maybe I should feel small or scared, but I don’t. I feel safe. Protected. Wanted.
“You’re fucking beautiful in the moonlight, Holly,” he whispers against my ear, and another shiver shakes me. “So pretty against the snowy night.”
One big, calloused hand slides possessively over my hip and down my gray and white flannel boxer shorts until he’s teasing the soft skin along my thigh.
Anticipation tingles through every inch of my overheated body as my breath catches in my throat, and I stare at our reflection in the window. I drop my head back against his shoulder as his fingers make their first pass under my shorts. “Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me in these damn shorts and socks, Holly?”
“No,” is a strangled gasp falling from my lips as that same finger moves higher, teasing me, but still not touching me where I wish he would.
“Fuck, baby. I’ve been going insane since the first damn night you spent in this house. Dreaming about your body. Your smile. The sounds you’re going to make when you come...”
“Camden,” I whimper as my body trembles under his touch. So desperate for him that I’m shaking as the tips of his fingers slide along the silk of my panties. His tongue drags down my neck, and I close my eyes and lean all my weight against him with my knees threatening to buckle.
“Open your eyes and watch us, Holly. Watch what I’m going to do to you.”
Oh hell. . .
Those words.
This man.
My eyes fly open and catch his in our reflection as Camden pushes his fingers under my panties and drags them up the length of my sex. “Fucking drenched for me, vixen.”
His big body engulfs mine, and I want to see more.
To touch more.
