Kissing Under the Mistletoe - By Marina Adair Page 0,76
of nerves. She heard herself scream and she felt as if she was falling, fast and hard, without a care in the world.
Thunder cracked overhead and the rain came down, pounding the tile floor. When she finally opened her eyes and came back to herself, she was straddling Gabe’s lap, the heels of her boots digging into her bare ass, her face smashed into the curve of his neck.
“That was about the sexiest damn thing I have ever seen,” he whispered gruffly, his hand under her hair kneading the back of her neck with such tenderness that it made her throat close. “Are you okay?”
No. She wasn’t. He was holding her as though, to him, she were precious and special. Which made her feel precious and special. Made her feel as though in that moment maybe she could be the kind of woman a man like Gabe would want to spend the rest of his life with. Would want to call his family.
He isn’t looking for permanent.
She knew that. She also understood that if he was, she wouldn’t be the kind of woman to inspire that kind of commitment. So she stared out at the sky and watched the rain cast a glassy shine over the vineyard below, listened as it danced across the roof overhead.
“Hey.” He dipped down and looked into her eyes. “Are you thinking again?”
“Not anymore.” She kissed his neck, his chin, working her way to his mouth, where she kissed him long and slow. She could feel his erection pressing against her and she pulled back—on so many levels. “But I think you need to catch up.”
She slid her hands under his shirt, loving how his muscles bunched and tightened under her touch. Needing to see him, she pulled his shirt off and threw it on the chaise longue next to them.
His eyes turned dark and hot when she lifted her arms over her head, asking him without words to help. Which he was more than happy to do. He helped her right out of her shirt, skirt, and bra, stopping when he came to the boots, saying he wanted those left on. Then he went to work on himself, quickly dispensing of his clothes, until he was gorgeously naked and—holy moly—impressive package indeed.
He must have seen the mix of fascination and, if she were being honest, a little fear in her features, because he flashed her a cocky smile. She rolled her eyes and took his hand.
Not only had it been a while for her. A six-year while. But she was also vanilla when it came to sex. So getting wild on a chair in the middle of a vineyard was too much. They could start on the chaise longue and maybe work their way up to the armchair cha-cha. Plus the cold winter air bit at her skin, causing her to shiver. Why be cold and bare-ass naked in public when there was a snug-looking blanket draped over the back of the chaise?
She led him toward the chaise, but Gabe obviously wasn’t thinking vanilla, because two steps from the sofa she found herself pinned against a stack of oak barrels by a mass of muscles with magical hands.
“The chaise,” she said, his mouth already on her neck, his hands going for Christmas miracle number two. Not that she didn’t want a second feliz navidad. She did. A lot. More now than she had two seconds ago, before his head dipped to kiss her breast, before his thumbs circled her navel, and even more than before his erection slid against her stomach.
“Chaise,” she repeated.
Gabe looked up, his eyes firm. “No. You said I have one day. Which means I need to get you to stop thinking about groceries and PTA shit if I want a shot at a second day. And a third.”
“One day, Gabe. That’s it. I don’t think that—”
He kissed her silent. When he pulled back she studied his face, trying to figure out what he was feeling. If he was asking for more sex, or just more. More her, more him, more them. At the thought, her heart fluttered a little. Okay, a lot. She was already treading dangerously close to falling and didn’t know if she could handle more.
“There you go with the thinking again.”
“I’m just trying to read your face, figure out—”
Before she could blink, Regan found herself facing the wine barrel with Gabe’s hard-on pressing into her lower back. His hands came around her waist and when he spoke