Page 49 of Christmas Romance Galore!
“I’m serious. Dizziness, sickness, it’s all part of it. So no more wine for you.”
I topped up my glass, though.
Holly pouted. “I’d say tonight needs a little bit more wine, don’t you?”
She had a point — I didn’t want to tackle this without a little Dutch courage either. I topped up her glass.
We finished off with chocolate mousse, and then Holly beckoned me over.
I got up and arrived at her beckoning finger, and she pulled me into her lap.
“Now, where were we before the cupboard almost killed me?”
I gulped and shifted my gaze to Holly’s mouth, taking in her smooth skin, her proud nose. I’d only ever been this close before when she was carrying me home drunk in our younger years — and we’d never even kissed then.
But now, I kissed her, and it felt like I’d been doing it all my life. Holly’s mouth fitted mine perfectly, and her tongue when it slipped between my lips made my mind leap forward and think about what it might be like when it slipped between my other lips. And then my mind blanked out because it simply couldn’t take the heat.
I pulled back and Holly stared at me.
“What did you stop for?” She was breathing heavily, her hand on my waist.
“Is it strange this feels both really weird, but also really right?” My breasts were sitting just below Holly’s face and her attention wandered. I cupped her chin and made her look at me. “To my face, sweetheart,” I said.
Holly stuck her tongue out at me.
I smiled. “I mean, kissing you — it feels amazing. But I’m a little shy about getting undressed in front of you. I’ve known you for years.” I sighed and leaned my head back.
Holly gave me a squeeze. “It’s only in your head it feels weird,” she said. “Did you think it was going to be weird to kiss me?”
I thought about it. “A little.”
“And was it?”
I shook my head. “Not one bit.” I kissed her again to prove my point. “Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “Still fine.”
Holly grinned at me. “So don’t you think the rest will follow suit? That it will just be fine?”
I bit my lip. “I suppose so. Should we get drunk just to make sure?”
Holly laughed. “No we shouldn’t. I’d like to remember the first time I see you naked, the first time we have sex, wouldn’t you?”
Boom! My whole body flushed with longing, and I was sure Holly would be able to hear the rush of my libido.
Holly frowned. “That okay to say? You’re not one of those women who wants to wait till the fourth date are you?”
I grinned down at her. “Do I strike you as one of those women?”
“I hope not,” Holly said. She pulled me in for another kiss, and this time, her hand kneaded my right breast.
And this time, I didn’t stop to question it. This time, I just wanted more.
As if reading my mind, within moments, her fingers were undoing my shirt buttons, and her hand slipped inside, her thumb grazing my nipple.
I stopped breathing. If this was what was to come, I might die tonight, but I was going to die happy. I pulled back and stared down at Holly.
Without another word, she eased back my shirt and unclipped my bra.
We were both focused on my breasts now — Holly on them, me on Holly on them.
