Page 11 of Five Mistletoe Moments
“Whoa. Relax, sweetheart. It’s only me.” Dwight lowered himself next to her on the bed and kissed her temple.
She ran a hand over her wild hair. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Almost three hours.”
“Three hours?Why did you let me sleep so long?” She tried to scoot off the bed, but he slid an arm around her waist to stay her.
“It was a crazy afternoon, and after our conversation, I figured you needed the time.”
“I did. Thanks.” Mia glanced at her watch. “It’s close to eight. Are you hungry?”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I can eat.”
“Of course you can. You’re a man,” she muttered.
“But I want something better at the moment.”
The look in his eyes gave her pause. “What?” she asked, warily.
Dwight held up the small package containing mistletoe. “Our second kiss.”
Mia couldn’t help but laugh. “Exactly how many of those do you have?”
“Enough to prove my point.”
He kissed her back down on the bed while his hand roamed lazily down the front of her body, stopping to caress her breasts, then over her belly and over her hip. Every place he touched ignited a blaze. He removed her top and tossed it aside, then with skilled fingers, unclasped her bra and dragged it down her arms and off.
“Beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.” His tongue teased the corners of her mouth before slipping inside. He took his time tasting and swirling his tongue around hers, then he transferred his kisses to her throat and the tops of her breasts.
He latched on to one nipple, torturing and suckling it before lavishing the same attention on the other. Mia cried out at the exquisite sensations taking over her body.
At the same time, he reached down and caressed her thighs, sliding her skirt higher and higher until he reached her center. He moved her panties to the side and slipped a finger inside her, sending shock waves of pleasure through her.
“Tell me, my sweet Mia, do you feel it?” Dwight asked, adding another finger and speeding up his movements. “This is more than just sex. It’s all about the special emotional connection we have. When I look at you, this is what I feel. When I hear your voice, I feel it. When you touch me,thisis what I feel,” he continued passionately. “Do you feel it, baby?”
Mia felteverything. “I…Yessss,” she screamed. He slid down her body and replaced his fingers with his tongue. The sensations heightened and she gripped his head as she convulsed in a blinding climax.
“Kiss number two,” Dwight murmured, kissing his way back up her body. He captured her mouth with a hungry urgency that made her senses spin.
“Um, that wasn’t a kiss,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
“Kisses can be placed anywhere. Don’t you remember what I said?”
Her brain was fuzzy and she could barely remember her name.
“I told you I was going to kiss you in places and ways you’ve never been kissed and prove to you that you can fall in love from a kiss.”
Okay, yeah. She remembered. Mia didn’t know if she’d be able to handle a third“kiss” if this was going to be the result every time. Any how many more places could he kiss? His hand continued to idly move up and down her bare thigh, rekindling the sensations again. She expected him to undress them both and finish what he started, but he made no move to do either. Instead, he shifted her until she lay facing him with her head on his chest and his arm protectively around her. It was the second time he’d denied his own needs. Mia had felt the solid ridge of his erection against her belly last night on the beach and she could see it now. The few men she’d been with before had, most often, concentrated on their own pleasure and barely made sure she was satisfied, if at all. Like she told Alana, Dwight was different in the best way.
“We should probably get something to eat.”
“Probably.” Although, she was content to lay with him. “Can we order in? Maybe something light like a salad. I’m going to eat more of the guacamole and chips.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Dwight kissed her once more, then went to get the room service menu.
Mia made her selections. “I’m going to shower while we’re waiting.” She scooted off the bed and caressed Dwight’s face. “I’m so glad you came to talk to me after I spilled that drink on you. Meeting you has been one of the best things that’s happened to me.” She came up on tiptoe and kissed him.
“Ditto, baby,” Dwight said with a smile.
