Page 111 of Holiday Romance
“I didn’t go through the worst journey ever just so you could ignore your family,” I remind him.
“Ah, it wasn’t so bad.”
“It was very bad! We were exhausted, and we spent a lot more money than we should have and it’s only through sheer luck that we—”
He shuts me up with a kiss and I am so happy he does.
He tastes like spiced apples and smells like the winter air, crisp and clean and bright. I want to take a deep breath of him. I want to fill my lungs with him and only him and when he starts to move away, I cup the back of his head, keeping him right where he is.
“Now who’s hot and bothered?” he smirks.
“I’m just not used to this yet,” I admit. “I still feel sometimes like I’ll wake up and we’ll be on a plane. That none of it will have happened.”
“It was always going to happen,” he murmurs. “But trust you to choose the most stressful three days ever to do it.”
“Hey!”
“It’s true.”
“At least I—” I break off, biting my lip as he shifts suddenly, fitting his thigh between my legs.
“At least you what?” he asks innocently, but I don’t respond, Ican’trespond, and he knows it, pressing up into me until my breath hitches in my throat. Andrews hears it and pulls back, but only so he can see my face when he does it again.
I grip his shoulders as heat pools low in my stomach, unable to take my eyes off his. I wish I could. He’s got this cocky look about him that shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I’m too turned on to call him out on it.
“It’s Christmas Day,” I tell him instead and he nods, distracted. “You said back in Chicago that I’d get the second part of my present at Christmas.”
“Your what?”
“My present,” I remind him. “You got me a two-part present.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“So, where is it?”
“Where’s what?”
“Andrew!”
He grins. “Two parts seems a little greedy now, doesn’t it? Especially since we didn’t actually go on the flight you claimed to have gotten meandsince you gave away those chocolates—”
“I’m your present,” I interrupt, and he laughs.
“Yes, you are.”
Disappointment fills me as he moves his leg away and I’m about to protest when he suddenly grabs the back of my thighs, hoisting me up.
I panic, my ankles locking around his waist as I scramble to get a hold on him. “Andrew!”
“Much better,” he says as we become eye level with each other.
“If you drop me, I’m going to kill you.”
“I’m not going to drop you. I’m incredibly strong.”
I huff, clutching him close as his hands move from my thighs to my ass. “Seriously?”
“I might have had some indecent thoughts,” he admits, and when I don’t protest, he leans in, pressing a hot kiss to my lips that the monks wouldnothave approved of.
