Page 29 of Rookie Season
He chuckles. The vibration has me feeling the warmth of him through our clothes.
“How come you’re on the bottom and the snow still got me?” I demand as I brush at my hair.
“I’m the Christmas King.” His grins widens.
But I’m smiling too.
My jacket is undone, and his is on the ground a few feet away. I’ve never been so aware of what I’m wearing, and not wearing.
“That kiss with Dustin,” he says after a minute, “if you want to reenact it, I’m your guy.”
Breathing is hard. It has nothing to do with the fact that his weight was crushing me a few moments ago.
“There’s no mistletoe. Besides…” I swallow. “Kissing you is different.”
A bird chirps in the forest, flying overhead.
Ryan’s eyes darken. “I figured you’d forgotten, seeing as how you never mentioned it again.”
“That’s not true.”
“What, that you forgot or haven’t mentioned it?”
His hands are still on my hips.
“I—either. Both?”
At my bar, I’m the one in control. Here, between the holiday cheer and the great outdoors and the fact that I watched the hottest man I’ve ever seen cut down a tree, I’m so out of my element.
His attention drops to my mouth. I shift over him, suddenly unable to keep still.
“You’re making this harder,” I complain.
“What?” He props himself up on his elbows and brings us closer. His eyes are inches away and so beautiful it’s unfair.
“Resisting you.”
Triumph flashes across his handsome face.
Ryan’s thumbs dig into my hips. “I’m sorry.”
I search his eyes. “No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not,” he whispers.
Then he closes the distance between us.
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The moment he’s kissing me, I’m sinking into him.
His lips are firm and warm. His tongue is a tease that makes me want to open and go deeper at once.
It’s even hotter than I remember, which is a pretty high bar.
I shift over him, moaning as I feel the friction of his body between my thighs.
