about doing this they’re gone now.
Also…
Jobs are so overrated. I would totally make out with him again even if we had to do it in his parents’ basement. Which we wouldn’t, because I have my own place. But the point is I’d be willing to make some compromises.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me when his lips have moved back to mine. Soft, sexy kisses, our lips exploring and teasing and tasting every bit of each other we can reach. He trails those lips down my neck and across my collarbone. Sucks an earlobe between his teeth and gives it a gentle tug.
It’s insane how good this is between us. I’m not normally this… uninhibited. I’m normally nervous with someone new. It’s always slightly awkward the first time, in my opinion. Like learning how to ride a new bike and you’re not sure how high to raise the seat or how well the brakes work or if that squeak is a one-off or if it’s something you’re going to have to get used to hearing every single time you want a ride.
That sort of thing.
I can’t recall a time it was ever this good.
This is… seamless. Like a sex dream where it all goes perfectly and you never want to wake up. Maybe it’s all the mistletoe floating in the air—theoretically speaking. Maybe it’s Teddy. I’m enjoying this too much to think too hard about it, so screw it, I won’t. I’m just going to enjoy every moment of it.
“That’s quite the package you’ve got there, Santa.” I roll my hips against him, hoping we can move this into my bedroom. Or we can just stay here and take off our pants. I’m not picky.
“Did you really just make a dirty Santa joke?” His tone is incredulous but he’s laughing. Which is totally normal in the midst of a hookup.
“Err, maybe? Too much?”
“Maybe just a little. Unless you’ve got a genuine Santa fetish you want to disclose at this time.”
“I don’t.” I shake my head vigorously while running my hands across his chest again. Really really nice chest hair.
“Glad to hear it.”
“Would it have been a deal-killer if I had?” I press. Why in the hell am I asking? Now I’m laughing too. At myself.
“I think we could have worked something out.” Teddy manages to say this like he means it, which is rather nice of him.
“Thanks.”
“Do you have any others?”
“Fetishes?” I perk up. I don’t actually, but it’s nice to be asked, isn’t it? Maybe I can develop one. A really good one I can use to establish my street cred on the kink scene in Reindeer Falls.
As if Reindeer Falls has a kink scene.
I start laughing again.
“Bad Christmas jokes,” Teddy clarifies with an amused grin.
“Oh, those. For sure.”
“You’re a lot of fun, Noel.”
“Agreed,” I say with a straight face. “A half-naked woman telling bad Christmas jokes is every man’s fantasy, am I right? Wait, unless…” I drag out the pause, a dramatic frown covering my face. “Unless bad Christmas jokes are your fetish?”
“They are now. Though I’ll admit, I do like the idea of you on Santa’s naughty list.”
“I’m quite naughty.”
“Are you?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?” I rake my nails playfully across his chest with just enough pressure to elicit a small sigh from his lips.
“Fair point.”
Chapter 5
We move things to my bedroom after I ask Teddy if I can see his North Pole. Honestly, I’m not sure why he hasn’t run out the door yet either, but you do what you gotta do to get laid, I suppose.
“You’re really into Christmas,” Teddy observes with a slow glance around my bedroom. I’ve got snowflake sheets on the bed. To be fair, I had no idea I was having company tonight or I’d have changed them. I’ve also got a solid red cover on my duvet and a big white cable-knit blanket across the foot of the bed. And a bedroom tree. Totally normal. It’s just a three-footer, but I like to fall asleep to the tree lights.
“This is nothing. My family is really into the holidays.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Yeah, it is.” My mom might be a little over the top about Christmas but I appreciate all the memories and traditions I have from my childhood.
“Is that how you ended up with the name Noel?”
“Yup.”
“What’s your middle name? Mistletoe?” He’s teasing but he has no idea how close he is.
“No, that’s Holly’s middle name. Mine is Eve.”
“You have a sister named Holly Mistletoe?”
“And another one named Ginger Spice.”
“Stop it.”
“I’d never lie about