Page 14 of Just One More Mistletoe

She caressed his face with one hand. “I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t sure, but…”

He grabbed for her hand. “But?”

“No matter how bold I’ve been tonight, I want you to know I don’t usually sleep with a man I just met.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

He nodded. “Because I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”

She felt the same but couldn’t bring herself to admit the truth out loud. She licked her already wet lips. “There’s something else you need to know.” She couldn’t think beyond now. Not that he’d asked but the emotional pull between them was too strong to ignore.

He shook his head. “Enough talking, don’t you think?” To make his point, he slipped one finger back into her panties, parting her sensitive folds and moving his fingertip deeply inside her.

She closed her eyes and exhaled a soft moan as he encountered the desire he’d created inside her.

“So wet, so ready for me.”

The man did have a point. “Talking can wait.” She forced her heavy eyelids open. “So what did you have in mind?”

“I’m going to do what you asked, sweetheart. I’m going to take you. But I want you to do something for me first.” He reached into his front pocket and pulled out the anklet she’d had on earlier in the evening.

She eyed the object with surprise.

“I took it from the car.” He answered her unspoken question and shook the accessory in the air. The light chime of bells echoed in the silent bar. “Wear these for me.”

Her heart beat out a rapid pulse and excitement tingled inside her. “Mind if I ask why?” she questioned, curiously aroused by the suggestion.

“I want to hear bells when I come inside you,” he said and his blue eyes flared with heat. “And every time you hear the ringing of chimes, I want you to think of me.”

She never broke eye contact as she raised her leg and perched it on the edge of the table. With a nod of approval, he turned to his task, taking his time, rolling the stocking down her leg, inch by tantalizing inch. When he finished one, she propped her other leg so he could peel off another of her few remaining layers.

Then he snapped the anklet closed. “Perfect,” he said, taking in her wanton pose.

With her legs spread wide, Brandy ought to be embarrassed, but all she felt was a keen sense of anticipation. “Well, you’ve got me where you want me.”

She shifted her leg, shaking her foot so he could hear the light tinkling of bells. To her surprise, the sound turned from light and playful to highly erotic, charging the already electric atmosphere even further.

With her help, he eased the last remaining undergarment off her legs, letting her panties fall to the floor. Then he knelt down, dipped his head, and his hot breath covered her sex and his tongue delved deep into her core. Resting back on her elbows, she gave herself up to sensation, to the masterful strokes and fiery darting motions that had her hips gyrating and her body arching, beseeching him for more. He complied, bringing her higher, nearly to the brink of orgasm.

“Max!” She writhed beneath him, unable to express her desire further, not with her body tense and her climax so close. But she knew she didn’t want her first time to be alone. Wonderful yet unfulfilling at the same time. He seemed to understand because his nuzzling caresses and licks slowed and the waves subsided, leaving her empty.

Next thing she knew, she was being lifted and carried in his arms. “We’re going where?” she wondered aloud, her body protesting the very cessation of pleasure she’d asked for.

“Upstairs to my place.”

* * *

Max made his way to the back door and up a dimly lit staircase. “Somehow, our first time on a pool table doesn’t work for me.”

Not that he’d had the presence of mind to realize that before she’d called out his name, he thought. Prior to that moment, he’d have taken her on the hard surface without thought or reason, he’d been so far gone.

“See? I told you that you were a nice guy.” Her arms snaked around his neck, her bare body crushed against his chest. “Now hurry.”

He managed a laugh, barely able to make his way up the stairs, open his door, and hit the bedroom before lowering her to the bed and sealing his mouth to hers. But kissing wasn’t enough for either of them and her hands fumbled with the snap on his jeans. Frustrated with the barrier between them, he rose to rid himself of his pants and briefs, and to dig out protection from the back of his nightstand drawer, not an easy task in the dim room, lit only by the glow of light from the street lamp outside.

As he knelt over her, a wash of emotion swept through him, strong and tender, something he knew damn well he’d never felt before. He cupped her thighs, widening her legs, then slid his fingers over her sex. He met her gaze, watched as her eyes glazed at the same moment her hips rose in response to the slick strokes of his hand.

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