Santa's Naughty List(4)

His voice was low, mesmerizing, and despite herself she opened her senses as he ordered. She could feel it, the magic of Christmas waiting just around the corner. But mostly, she could feel Cole, Christmas personified, mere inches from her.

“You do,” he whispered, and slid an arm around her waist to pull her up hard against him. She gasped, the sound lost under a soft ringing of sleigh bells she knew only the two of them could hear. “I know you do. I can feel you do.”

She nodded, unable to speak, dumbstruck by the perfection of his lips so close to hers. Her hands curled around his upper arms, trusting to his strength to hold her up. He was going to kiss her, surely he was? Men didn’t just grab women in a tight embrace like this for a comfy chat, did they?

He didn’t disappoint. His gaze roved over her face for a moment, as though fascinated by what he saw. She didn’t know what he found so fascinating. Short, prettily plump, she had brown eyes, brown hair and a nose that was best described as ‘button’ over lips that were far too wide. She was no siren, yet he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Then he dropped his head, brushed his lips against hers, and any sense she had left exited the building at high-speed.



*

He’d meant to kiss her once. Just once, to get a taste of those soft lips that had teased him for so many months. As soon as his lips touched hers though, he knew that one kiss would never be enough. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough.

Soft and plump, her lips clung to his. Clung, caressed and tempted all in one go. With a groan, he pulled her closer until they were plastered together from thigh to chest. Slanting his head, he stroked his tongue against the closed seam of her lips in a silent demand for access. She gave it, her soft gasp lost as he surged forward in triumph.

Her taste exploded on his tongue. Like cinnamon and candy, with a hint of oranges…all his favorite tastes combined into one heady, heavenly rush. He groaned and deepened the kiss, exploring her honeyed mouth with soft strokes of his tongue against hers as their lips met in a sweet embrace that turned torrid.

Heat burst through him. Invaded his cells and exploded to infiltrate his bloodstream. Every inch of his larger body, and every cell it contained, was reset. Attuned themselves to the tiny, curvy little woman in his arms as though the world had shifted and she’d just become true north. He broke away with a gasp, looking down at the little sprite in his arms in shock.

Her eyes were dark and sultry, as affected by the kiss as he was, and he bit back a groan. How had he not known kissing her would be like this? That beneath the shy exterior was a well of passion hot enough to make him forget all about Christmas tomorrow.

Her cheeks flushed and she looked down. He didn’t miss her quick glance upward again, as though checking his reaction and he chuckled, tucking a finger under her chin to lift her lips to his again.

“Carry on looking at me like that, little elf, and Christmas’ll come early this year,” he whispered against her lips. “And we can’t have that, can we?”





Chapter Three



Christmas. Coming. Hell, yeah, she was all in for that.

Mia smiled and wrapped her arms around Cole’s neck as he claimed her lips again. Somehow, he was into her…and the evidence was hard against her belly. An iron bar so thick and wide it would have made her knees weak, if his hot kisses hadn’t already compromised her ability to walk beyond repair.

She murmured in the back of her throat, parting her lips to allow him to plunder her mouth again, but she didn’t leave it there. Sure, she might have been shy around him before—he was a Claus for Christmas sake; that was like a god in her world, or a rockstar at the least—but now he was…yeah. Into her. Literally. He thrust his tongue deep, seeking hers, but she evaded him. Instead of letting him have what he wanted, she teased him, and made him work for it

He growled, a delightful low sound, and drove a hand into her hair to hold her head still. Allowing herself to be capture, she moaned as his tongue stroked along hers. His grunt of triumph made her smile, but she had more than one trick up her sleeve. With a wriggle, she slid her hand between them and stroked his cock through his pants.

“Fuck me!” He broke their kiss to look down at her. Heat and surprise blazed in his unusual eyes. Yeah, they always did say to watch out for the quiet ones.

She stroked again. “I rather thought that was the idea?” she asked, her expression as innocent as she could make it. “Although, if not, I could always call Darrick back…”

His feral snarl matched the expression of fury on his face. “Do that and he dies. You’re mine, understand?”