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No. He won the time and I want to know a little more about him. Like why he keeps himself away from others. Maybe this is all one sided, and he never gave me a second thought. Regardless, I'm not letting him leave without getting something for his generosity. I take his hand and attempt to tug him back toward the party.

“Come on. You don’t want four hours of my time. I get it. At least have a dance with me.”

“Madison.” His tone has a warning to it.

“It’s Christmas. Santa says I've been good so I should get what I want.”

He makes a low rumbling noise. “Have you been a good girl, Madison?”

Hearing him ask in that sexy, growly tone puts a whole different context on this conversation. Heat pulses between my thighs. “Yes,” I whisper.

Suddenly he's crowding me against the side of the depot. He plants his hands on either side of my head, caging me in.

Instead of being afraid, my nipples are hard points against my dress and I have to press my thighs together because I'm getting wet.

He dips his head to whisper, “Then tell me what you want for Christmas.”

His lips are full and look so kissable. I lick my lower lip. When I meet his gaze, there's an inferno burning in his golden eyes.

“A kiss.”

Chapter Five

Ezra

The rough growl thatleaves my throat sounds more like an angry bear than a man.

The moment those pouty red lips form the word, I dip my head and cover her mouth with mine. This isn't one of those slow, tentative kisses like on a first date. I press her up against the wall and devour her. Swiping my tongue over her bottom lip, I taste a hint of her skin.

Madison moans low in her throat and opens to me. Our tongues meet as I deepen the kiss, tasting a hint of champagne. Jesus, she's my new favorite dessert.

I break the kiss to press my lips to the soft skin beneath her jaw. Down her throat. She smells like peaches and maybe cinnamon. Sweet and spicy. Exactly how she tastes. I cup theback of her head, sliding my fingers through those ebony locks. I love her hair. It’s definitely played a part in my fantasies.

“Ezra,” she says on a breathy sigh that makes me hotter.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper against her throat.

When she walked out on stage, the spotlight made the green sequins of her dress glow, but all I could focus on was all the creamy skin on display. The dress clings to every delicious curve of her generous breasts and hips, but it’s the high slit that’s making me lose my mind.

My hand slides down to that exposed thigh, feeling goosebumps on her cool skin. I need to get her back inside. Soon. I'm a brute for keeping her out in the cold like this when she's only wearing that tiny dress and my jacket. But fuck, I could kiss this woman forever. Sliding my hand behind her knee, I hook her leg around my hip, pushing my hard, heavy cock against her. We moan in unison at the contact.

I kiss her again, stroking into the depths of her mouth like I ache to do with her body.

The door to the depot bangs open a dozen feet away, and a couple exits, laughing and snuggling together as they walk to their vehicle.

Tucked away in the shadows, I know they didn't notice us. It's a timely reminder though. Anyone walking from the parking lot could see her and that's not happening. While she's in White Falls, no one else is going to see her like this.

It's an effort to tear my lips away. To remind myself that she’s not for me.

She blinks, eyes slowly opening and I'm treated to the sight of her slightly unfocused, lustful gaze. My cock hardens almost to the point of pain.

“Let's get you back inside where it's warm, angel.”

A smile flickers over her lips. “Why do you call me that?”

I shrug and glance away. She'll think this is stupid.

“Tell me.”

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