Page 56 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
“I get that,” I say, taking each of her hands in mine and bringing them to my lips. “I know words can be empty sometimes. So me telling you that I’d never use you in that way, or put you in that position, or cheat on you, can only go so far. But please know, I hate liars. And cheaters. I don’t even like using cheat codes in video games.”
This makes her laugh. “Make sure to tell that to Logan. He appreciates a video game purist.”
“I will. I can’t wait to meet him.” I bring our joined hands between us, laying them over my heart. “Just know that I think you’re amazing. Smart. The way you talk to clients…I get now why you beat me. You’re fucking brilliant, Katherine Smith. And I’d never want to dull that shine or steal it from you. I’d just be the lucky bastard who gets to be along for the ride.”
I watch as a single tear flows down her cheek. I take my thumb and brush it away, making sure to keep my hand exactly where it is.
“Grayson?”
“Yeah Vixen?”
I watch as she gives me a pleading look. “I’m ready.”
“For what?”
She puts her free hand over the one that’s resting on her cheek. “For you to kiss me.”
Five little words. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to hear them. It’s why I don’t wait another second to grant her wish.
Her lips are a little tentative as we meet, but that only lasts for a second until we sink into each other. My hand wraps around the small of her back, bringing her into me as her hands cup my face. It’s only been a few days since we’ve done this, yet it’s felt like years. I’ve missed this. Missed her. The taste of her lips. The way her tongue is always searching for more. How her body melts into me.
Her saying that she was ready for this was a huge step for her. But I know the feeling. Because so am I. I’m ready for it all.
We pull away, just enough to catch our breath, but neither of us move from where we’re standing.
“We’re doing this, aren’t we?”
I nod and tap our foreheads together like I have so many times this weekend. “I’m in if you are.”
She lets go of my hands, looping them around my neck to bring me closer. “All in.”
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I can’t believehow much can change in such a short amount of time.
And I’m not just talking about how in a matter of days I went from meeting a woman, falling for her instantly, pretending that I haven’t fallen for her when I found out who she was, then falling for her all over again.
No, what’s hitting me right now are the little things in that chaos. Like how when we first met, and even when we reconnected here just the other day, our kisses were frantic. It’s like we knew we were chasing a hypothetical clock.
But as we ride the elevator up to our room, there’s no urgency. There’s no one with us, so we could be horny teenagers if we wanted. Continue what we started a few minutes ago. But we don’t. Instead I just have her in my arms, holding her tight against me, but nothing that’s over the line of PG-rated. We hold hands as we walk to our room. Neither of us are trying to distract each other as I tap the key card to open the door.
Nothing hurried. No ticking time clock.
Just us. And the first night of what I hope are many, many more to come.
“Why again did we stand in the snow for the last hour?” Kat jokes as she steps out of her heels and hands me my jacket.
As soon as both feet are back on the ground, I take her hand and pull her toward me. “So I could do this.”
My hand is on the back of her neck, kissing her how I want. Just because this isn’t hurried doesn’t mean it’s not deep. I want to convey how much I want this—how much I heard her earlier—that she’s safe with me. That I’d never hurt her. That I want to prove to her how good we can be together.
Kat melts into my hold, her hands gripping onto my shirt to hold her up as our kiss continues to intensify. I could keep us right here and not ruin this perfect moment. But I have a feeling this night is going to be filled with a thousand perfect moments, and those can only happen on the bed.
Well, maybe eight-hundred and fifty of them. Those other hundred and fifty? Those we can get creative with.
As much as it hurts me to do so, I pull away from our kiss, but that’s because as much as I’ve loved looking at her in this Santa outfit—and even though I said I wanted to fuck her while she was wearing it—I want it in a pool at the foot of this bed even more.
