Page 25 of Their Christmas Miracle

Joshua

An elf? A freakin’ elf? What on God’s green earth is wrong with me? I could’ve said anything — a princess, a beauty queen, a porn star. Anything would have been better than—

An elf?

“I—” I take a step back, Holly’s hands almost sliding from my neck.

She digs her nails into my skin, forcing me to look up at her. “Why?”

She sounds breathless and intrigued, but that quizzical frown is still between her brows.

“Your… hair. And your skin. It’s like… you’re not here.” God, why can’t I stop these nonsensical words pouring out of my mouth? “Not in this… plane. This dimension. Like some kind of—”

I almost say fairy, but that immediately reminds me that she thought — still does? — think I bat for the same team.

“My hair?” she whispers.

Her fingers draw me back a step. She opens her knees, and then pulls on my shoulders again, urging me to step between her legs.

My dick grinds against the edge of the kitchen island, but I clench my jaw and bear it.

Because I can feel heat spilling from her. From between her legs.

And dear God, I want to be inside her. Have her all around me. Get lost in her.

Holly releases my neck. She’s staring into my eyes from under her lashes as she touches my hands, untangling them from her skirt. She places them on the inside of her thighs, close to her knees, and then slowly draws them up.

Her skin warms the closer I get to that triangle of darkness even my kitchen lights can’t pierce.

Can I?

Would she let me?

My fingers touch the seam of her underwear. The fabric feels lacy, rough under my fingertips.

And damp.

Oh God, she’s so wet. Already? From just—

Holly leans forward, and our lips touch again. This kiss is achingly slow. Our movements, blissfully sensual.

My heart starts beating in a hard, slow rhythm.

Which is exactly how I want to fuck her.

Hard… but slow.

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