Page 46 of A Merry Mountain Christmas

I’m being an idiot, and I know it.

There are other words that would also fit: asshole, dick, dumbass.

I don’t care.

Kennedy’s lips are sweet, soft, and hungry, and it would take a man in possession of an iron will to push her away. After the way she’s been running her hands up and down my chest, my willpower is as nonexistent as the water in this pool. There’s no question she feels my hard-on through my jeans when I pull her to me, but she snuggles closer, sending more blood pulsing to my dick. This woman makes me lose my grip on reality, and I don’t mind one bit. In fact, it might be exactly what I need right now.

I suck in her bottom lip and let myself trail a hand down her back to touch the curve of her ass. It’s round and soft, and I keep my hand there as she grinds against my dick. It’s obvious she wants to form a better acquaintance with it. Fuck.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I kiss her harder and lift my hand up from her ass, because I’m getting all kinds of ideas about pushing her pants down, and wrap her long hair around my fist. I angle her head to the sideand then lean in to kiss her jaw and then her neck, noticing that she must spray perfume there—a soft, floral scent that’s perfect for my princess.

Not yours. She can’t be yours.

I ignore the voice and nip the flesh there, savoring the way she reacts to me, the small sound she makes from the back of her throat, the way she rubs closer, her tits pressing into my chest, her abdomen against my dick.

“Rowan,” she says, her voice breathy and bothered. “I want you.”

I make myself pull back slightly, but I keep my hand in her hair, wanting those silky strands wrapped around my hand for just a little longer.

“We can’t forget why you’re here,” I say.

Or why I am. I’m trying to sabotage the show she’s hoping will be a platform for the business she obviously cares deeply about. Which brings us back to me being a dick.

Hurt flickers in her eyes, and I can’t help myself, I bring her back for another kiss.

When I pull back, she’s staring at me with dilated eyes. “You’re kind of a dick.”

“I know,” I say, almost laughing, because it’s as if she’s read my mind. Again. “I want you too.”

“I know.” She’s stealing my line, and I’m tempted to tell her so, only she grinds against my cock again, taking more blood from my brain.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I say.

“That’s the idea.” She rubs up against me again, making a little low hum in her throat that makes my dick even harder.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh,” she says, sounding disappointed.

This time I do laugh, even though it’s literally painful how much I want to fuck her. “You thought I was the kind of guywho walked around with a party pack of condoms, and you still wanted to have sex with me?”

She looks hurt, and I don’t like myself for having put that look on her face, so I release her hair and lift a hand to her jaw, tipping it up slightly. “There are other things we could do.”

“Oh?” she says again, this time warm and interested.

I let my hands slide down to her hips, then lift her up and set her on the edge of the pool.

“Take off those shorts,” I say. “I’ve been wanting you to all night.”

“Really?” she asks, sounding pleased. Then she lifts up slightly to slide them off. I didn’t ask, but she takes her panties off with them. Her legs are closed, but when I stalk closer, she opens them to me.

A sigh escapes me, because it’s a moment of pure happiness, being here with this woman, her pretty pussy on display for me—her eyes alight with invitation and wanting.

I’m stealing this moment. I’m stealingher, from the men who flew across the country to win her favor, but I couldn’t give a shit. The only thing that matters is that she wants it too.

“I guess there’s something an empty pool is good for,” I say, smiling up at her. Then I spread her legs wider and tug her closer to me. “Lean back, Princess. Let me make you feel good.”

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