Page 153 of Accidentally Under Your Tree

She rounded to the buttons, and I leaned my back against the opposite wall. I took in the sight of her. She was the manifestation of all my preferences—full curves and thick thighs, chestnut colored hair, and round brown eyes. And, of course, the prickly outer shell that I wanted to get beneath.

She looked at me through her lashes. "Tenth floor, right?"

"Mmm-hm." I nodded.

She breathed in, her breasts rose and press against the neckline of her sweater. A blush pinked her cheeks. There was no end to how she charmed me.

"You're beautiful, Lizzy," I whispered, my words almost lost in the sliding of the doors.

"Thank you."

We started our ascent.

I resisted the urge to tell her I didn't want to say goodnight, but just barely.

She gripped the railing at her hips in both hands, facing me. "Tonight doesn't feel totally real."

"No, it doesn't," I agreed.

The floors ticked by. Each one announced that our meeting was ending, level three, four, five.

"Come here." I held my hand out to her. She took it, closing the space between us in two long strides.

I pulled her against me. My hand fit at her waist. The material of her sweater was soft beneath my palm. Her mouth found mine with the same urgency that I felt. She tilted her head, giving me room to deepen our connection, and I took it. I was too far gone for anything but the taste of her, the feel of her. The way her breasts pressed against my chest. She met my need with her own.

She moaned deep in her throat. My cock twitched against her stomach, and she whimpered. I growled a response. Turning, I pinned her between me and the wall. I might have wondered if that was too far, but she hooked her leg around my thigh and my thoughts vanished.

I was losing myself in the heat of her seeping into my hip, when the ring of a bell declared that we were at her floor. The elevator doors slid open, and the cocoon wrapped around us tore open. Laughing and talking barraged into the cabin as a group of women waited on the other side of the doors.

Pulling away from Lizzy went against every instinct in my body.

The sounds of the strangers died out, replaced by a cough that did nothing to disguise laughter.

Lizzy smoothed a hand over her hair, but her ponytail hung loose. Her lips were swollen and the heat in her eyes stoked the fire already burning inside of me.

"I will call you." I promised, forcing myself to take a step back.

She swallowed. "Good night."

Her hips swayed as she strode past the women, sharing gossipy glances. My heart raced, and I struggled against the urge to chase after her. Eventually, the doors slid shut before the elevator carried me up the last few floors.

Alone.

Wondering how something could be this intense and consuming. How could I be head over heals so quickly?

Lizzy

Seven nights before Christmas

The door swung open.

I'd more or less ran from the elevator to knock on room 1008, out running my thoughts and second guessing. Sending out a prayer that I'd remembered his room number correctly. As soon as my knuckles hit the…whatever hotel doors were made of, there was no turning back. My stomach twisted in knots, then sank to my knees as Will blinked back his surprise. When he smiled, I floated.

"Lizzy," he sighed. Running a hand through his mussed-up hair, he stepped back to let me in.

He'd discarded his sweater, leaving him in his jeans and a white t-shirt. It clung to his pecs and shoulders, and I had to drag my gaze back to his. The man could fill out a scrap of cotton.

"Is it okay I'm here?" I asked, rubbing a thumb on the strap of my toiletry bag. "I didn't want to say goodnight."

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