Page 46 of Mistletoe Meet Cute
“You wanna tell me why you keep running?” My fingers tangle in her hair, and I fight the urge to throw her down on the bed. “Or maybe if you’re ready to stop running?”
Holly cocks her head and looks at me, a small smile lifting her lips. “I’m here now, Camden, and I’m trying. Something that doesn’t come easily for me.”
“You know, that’s usually me. I’m the one who doesn’t do relationships. I never saw a good one until my sister married Maverick. I fucking hate complications and never make promises I’m not sure I can keep because life has this way of kicking your fucking ass as soon as you get too comfortable with things.” I cup her face in my hand and stare into the depths of her icy-blue eyes. “But?—”
“But what?” she asks, desperate to know the pieces of me I’ve refused to give... until now. “Why aren’t you running, then?”
“Because you’re different. You make me feel ... different.”
“Kindred?” she whispers and throws one leg across my lap, then slides over my thighs and straddles me. “Because that would be about right. Two broken people, neither having a clue how to do this. Doesn’t sound like a great idea, does it?” She presses her palms under my T-shirt against my stomach, and I groan.
“Pretty sure we’re the best idea I’ve ever had, Holly.”
“You scare me, Camden,” she whispers back and lifts her ass up just enough that I miss the weight of her before she slips back down against me and brushes her lips over mine. “But I can’t stay away. I don’t want to. You weren’t supposed to be part of my plan, and you better believe I had a plan.”
Holly pushes my shirt up and over my head, then runs her hands down my bare chest with a smile. “I’m an overthinker. I literally overthink every single thing.”
“Oh yeah.. . What are you thinking now?” I ask as my hand runs under her shirt and up her back, wanting her so fucking badly, she doesn’t feel real.
Her smile is instant and beautiful. “I’m thinking this could either be the best thing or the worst thing I ever do.” She lifts again, this time licking the corner of my mouth, then tugging my bottom lip between hers. “I’m thinking, right now, I don’t care either way because I want you so badly you’re worth the risk.”
She slides off my lap and kneels between my legs. With her hair spilling around her shoulders, she looks up at me through long dark lashes and grips the waistband of my sweats. “And do you want to know what I’ve been thinking about every night since I moved in here?”
I nod, unable to speak. I’m so lost in the spell this woman has woven around me.
“You.” She tugs at my sweats until I lift my hips and help her pull them and my black boxer briefs down my legs. “Like this.” She takes my dick in her delicate hands, her slim fingers barely able to wrap all the way around me.
“I thought aboutyouin my mouth.” She licks a long, flat line from the base of my cock to the aching head, and I groan. “Youon top of me.” She swirls her tongue around the tip of my dick, her eyes never leaving mine. “Under me. Inside me...”
Holly takes me deep into the back of her throat, and I lose control.
I wrap my hands around her head and guide her beautiful mouth up and down my cock as she hums around me, gagging and smiling with tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as her nails dig into my thighs, biting the skin.
One hand pumps me, while the other slips inside her shorts, and as much as I want to come down her throat, I want her to come on my cock more. “Come here, Holly.”
She looks up at me, dark eyelashes framing those blue eyes, but she doesn’t stop until I pull away.
“Your orgasms belong to me tonight, vixen.”
HOLLY
The only package I want under the tree is yours.
—Holly’s Secret Thoughts
Camden pulls my shirt over my head, then tosses me onto the bed with a bounce and a smile and the most beautifully hungry eyes I’ve ever seen. The way this man looks at me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s empowering and addictive. Reverent and possessive. And I’m here for it.
He reaches inside the nightstand and grabs a string of condoms, then yanks off his sweats and drops a knee to the bed.
“Awfully confident aren’t you, Mr. Monroe?” I tease as I push him back against the headboard, bending over him, desperate to finish the job I started.
With my ass in the air, pointed directly at Camden’s face, I take him into the back of my throat and feel hands running up the inside of my thighs before his tongue lashes my clit frombehind, sending shockwaves soaring through me, and I stumble as a beautiful laugh rumbles through his chest.
“No one said stop, vixen.”
“I’ve never tried this before,” I admit shyly. “Getting and giving at the same time.”
Camden smacks my ass, and I moan around his dick, trying to concentrate but failing miserably.
