Page 12 of Christmas Agreement
I trailed her to her small kitchen, and our eyes rarely strayed from each other while she made us the breakfast she’d insisted upon.
Afterward, with the promise to see her soon, I brushed my lips over hers.
“I want more than that little kiss,” I whispered. “But if I kiss you like I want to, I’m not leaving, and you might missThe Nutcrackeragain.”
She gnawed on the side of her lip, looking as if she were seriously considering that idea.
I shook my head. “I’m not taking that from you. I’m going, and I’ll see you at five. Okay.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
I caressed her cheek. “Miss you already.”
She leaned into my palm.
“Miss you,” she echoed.
With effort, I wrested myself away and headed home to try to fill up my day. It would seem like and eternity as I waited to see her again. Knowing I could get on the ice and that my gear was in the back of my Jeep, I detoured toward the rink. About a hundred laps would be a good start to working off the agitation straining inside me.
Seven hours… In seven hours, I’d be back at her door.
Seven
Katie
Kisses.
There would be kisses.
More kisses than the ones we’d shared already or the chaste ones he’d pressed to my face and temple when we’d woken up tangled together this morning. God…those had been good kisses. The softness of his lips against my skin was enough to send my heart soaring and lower regions aching.
The day dragged on as I waited for five o’clock to finally arrive. I’d been restless and agitated at work, not even the constant stream of customers distracting me. By midafternoon, I was home. Fortunately, I’d found a little black dress in the back of my closet, so I hadn’t had to trek across town to my parents’ house to find something suitable. I’d spent a couple hours primping and pampering myself to make sure my skin would feel perfect beneath Rugar’s big hands.
Oh… The thought. It sent a shiver of pleasure through me. Tonight, we’d be out on public together for the first time as a couple, and it both excited me and made me nervous. I resolved to focus on the excitement. This was good. It was exactly what I’d wanted for so long.
As I finally started to dress, I pulled on a thong and a matching bra. I told myself they would be best under the close-fitting dress, but in the back of my mind, I kept thinking that this was a third date situation, a naked with Rugar situation, a dream come true situation.
A little voice in my head kept trying to say it wasn’t a third date. But… Breakfast, holiday decorating with pizza and a movie, and now a night at the ballet. It sure seemed like a third date.
I’d seen enoughLifetimemovies to know that was a big deal. Theoretically, that was when sex could happen. Rugar had promised handholding and kisses. Maybe, he intended lovemaking to follow. God, I hoped so. And I was ready for it.
I’d dreamed of Rugar being the man to take my virginity since the moment I’d realized what that meant. He’d always been the only man for me. Even when I’d believed I didn’t have a chance in hell with him.
This was a chance, though. My chance. And I was pretty sure he wanted me, too.
At five o’clock on the dot, Rugar knocked on my front door. I called for him to come in as I put the finishing touches on my lipstick—a permanent type that would allow him to kiss me to his heart’s content without resulting mishap. When I walked into the hallway, he stood in the living room in a tuxedo that looked as if it had been custom cut to fit his muscular body. I almost drooled and ruined my makeup.
“You clean up nice,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as breathless as I felt.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Katie-Kat,” he agreed, his hungry gaze raking over my body. “Nice dress.”
“Thank you.” I did a little spin then laughed. “Your turn.”
He obliged, turning in a circle with his arms out then bringing his hands to his head and turning it into a pirouette. I giggled until he faced me again.
Our gazes locked, and my mirth fell away. Suddenly, it felt as if the apartment’s heater had gone into overdrive. My palms became sweaty, and my heart started a frantic beat against my breastbone.
The static between us was palpable.
