Page 3 of Resisting Fate
“Hello, gorgeous,” he said, his voice rough with lust.
Her eyes widened for a moment before she cupped the back of his neck, drawing him down to whisper in his ear, “We’ve been together for a year. Serious.”
He slid a hand into her hair, momentarily distracted by its silky softness; then he whispered near her ear, “Two months is my longest relationship. This must be fate.”
“Ha-ha.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and shifted them so his back was to the room. She peered around him.
“All clear?” he asked.
“Fuck.” She shifted him again so they were sideways to the room.
“Okay.” He rested his hands lightly on her waist. It was almost like slow dancing.
“Pretend we’re talking.” She gave him a tight smile, dropping one arm from him. Her other hand went back to playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
He let go of her waist and lifted a hand, stroking one finger along her soft cheek. “Come here often?”
She focused fully on him, giving him a sexy smile, her voice husky. “Not often enough, sugar.”
Holy pretend girlfriend, he was turned on.
He played with a lock of her hair, studying the silky strands. “Why did you dye your pretty red hair dark brown?”
“Because I hate it.”
“I don’t.”
“Then you can dye your light brown hair pretty red.”
He snorted. “Seriously, though, why do you hate it?”
Her hand on the back of his neck tightened as she looked out to the room.
“Missy—” Her lips met his suddenly, hot and sweet. The sights and sounds of a crafty Christmas wonderland faded as his hand came up to hold her jaw, deepening the kiss, electric heat surging through his veins. She tasted of peppermint and sin, and he couldn’t get enough. He feasted on that luscious mouth like a starving man.
She tore her mouth away, breathless, eyes wide.
His heart beat in his ears, pulse thrumming. He stared at her pink lips, full and soft.
She met him halfway for a second kiss.
He didn’t care that it was pretend because it felt so right. Then her tongue darted out to touch his, instinct took over, and he dove in for more.
