Page 38 of A Cozy Holiday
I’m going to melt like an ice cube right into this polar bear stool. Somebody better mop me off the floor.
Jamie drapes his hand over my thigh, right where the fabric of my dress kisses my skin. “So,” he says casually, “explain the mechanics of a garter belt to me.”
The dress is working!
“They’re designed to make men like you ask questions.”
“Well, you look fucking incredible, Joy.”
“Not out of place?”
“I’d say you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.” Jamie shrugs out of his jacket. A black tee stretches across his chest, his biceps flexing with veins. Lust slams through me, hot andreckless. Jamie’s grin tilts. “Shall we dance now that I’m with a badass tattooed chick?”
“Don’t ever call me that again,” I tease, but I’m already grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the dance floor because I’m way too drunk to resist anything right now. Everything is fuzzy and perfect.
The rock music is loud, the bass vibrating through my bones. I start moving to the beat, awkward and loose, but then his hands are on my hips. His eyes don’t leave mine as he leans down to whisper, “I love how you smell.”
I swear my knees buckle. I press my body against his, desperate for more friction, more anything, and suddenly the bar, the crowd, the lights—all of it fades. It’s just him.
I forgot what it’s like to just be…sexy.
“You having fun yet?”
I bite my lip. “Maybe.”
“Good.” His mouth grazes my neck. Barely. Just enough to make me shiver. His cock hardens against my ass through the denim of his jeans. I want him so badly.
“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
“No?” I spin around, then drunkenly loop my arm around his neck. “How do you make being this hot legal?”
“I think I look better with you on my arm.”
“Or your face,” I slur.
“Doc, I’m usually really good with patience, but you grinding against me is testing me.”
“You like it.”
Someone bumps into me, pushing me into Jamie’s chest, but I don’t mind.His hand settles on my lower back. “Oh, I like it. I like it a lot. But you’re gonna make me do something I shouldn’t in public if you keep this up.”
I take it as a dare and tilt my body against him, feeling his cock twitch again. My fingers hook into his belt loops, and he curls his hands around my wrists. “So impatient.”
He pivots me smoothly in his arms, keeping me trapped against him. I don’t know how long we’re dancing, but Winnie, the menace, appears out of nowhere with shots. And then the three of us are singing to some song I only half know, and through it all, Jamie’s hand never leaves my back, my thigh, or the inside of my arm.
Slow.
Slow.
I don’t want slow.
I break away, wild and laughing, and snag his hand, yanking him toward the back hallway.
“Joy, what are we doing?”
“I just need some air.”
Lie. A massive lie.
