Page 32 of The Christmas Playbook
A cheer goes up from outside, startling us both. I glance over my shoulder at the window, but it’s still dark.
“Focus,” she grits out.
“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper.
I kiss her cheek then drag my lips down to her jaw, to her soft neck. My body hums when I make contact with her throat, kissing and licking and sucking.
Let her try to hide this evidence of us, huh?
Her hips rock, guiding me subtly in the right direction. She’s just about there when, suddenly, it’s like the whole room has illuminated.
Instinctively, I drag my hand away and pull her down. We both duck, frozen, until it dawns on me that the lightsinthe room didn’t just come on…
It’s the tree lighting.
The tree that’s directly outside one of the windows.
Which means the crowd, now very visible out the other one, can most likely see straight in here.
“Shit,” Mira hisses. “My shirt?—”
“I got it.” I reach back and snag it then help her into it. I shove my dick back in my pants and button up while she does the same.
We’re still crouched in the shadows, but I wouldn’t be surprised if, atanyminute, someone opened the door and started up the workshop for the kids. Or adults. Santa doesn’t discriminate.
When I look from the door back to Mira, she’s staring at the tree with a sad expression.
“What is it?”
She exhales. “We missed it.”
I shake my head slowly. “Nah, Frostbite. I think we got the best seat in the house.”
Her expression flickers, and her gaze comes back to me.
“Come on.” I hold out my hand. “Let’s make a run for it so we can finally finish what we started.”
CHAPTER 14
MIRA
The door shuts behind Rhys,and silence fills the cabin. My skin is still warm from his touch, my lips swollen from kissing. There’s an ache between my legs, and there’s only one way that’ll go away.
“What are you thinking?” Rhys stands against the locked door with a spark in his eyes that makes me feel nothing less than desirable.
This is starting to feel real.
He takes a step forward, and my inner thoughts filled with a warning fade.
Real or fake, I want this.
I repeat his question. “What areyouthinking?”
A sexy smirk takes over his face. “I’m thinking that all I want for Christmas is you.”
“So, you want to unwrap me?” I tease.
I take a step backward.
