Page 30 of The Christmas Playbook
“Yes! Now get on my back.”
I climb on quickly, and his arms wrap around my calves. I squeeze tight, enveloping him with my arms. My face is buried in the crook of his neck, and the dirtiest thought slips in.What would he do if I started to kiss him there?
I lose track of where his hurried pace takes us. Through a throng of people, back inside the lodge, we’re immediately enveloped in warmth…then darkness.
Rhys shuts a door and moves us away from the windows.
“Where the fuck are we?” he mutters, still holding on to my legs.
I peek around, and although there aren’t any lights, I know exactly where we are.
“Santa’s workshop.” I laugh quietly. “It’s a cute little cottage that the resort has set up during the day for kids to walk through.”
“Explains why my head is almost touching the ceiling,” he mumbles.
I bury my face into his neck again, trying to conceal my laughter.
“Oh, you think this is funny?” he asks, amused.
A breathy laugh leaves my mouth, landing right over the spot on his neck that was tempting me no more than a few seconds ago.
“I can make it even funnier,” I tease.
Before I give him a chance to question me, I press my mouth beneath his jaw and kiss him. His pulse quickly picks up speed and pounds against my lips.
“Mira, Mira, Mira.” Rhys tsks his tongue while moving his head to the side to give me better access. “Are you trying to get me all hot and bothered in Santa’s workshop?”
“Who,me?” I pepper his neck with light kisses until I get to the stubble on his sharp jaw. He turns slightly, our mouths a breath away.
“You’re going to end up on the naughty list if you keep that up.” His voice is strained.
And I can’t help but love the sound.
I smile shyly. “Good.”
CHAPTER 13
RHYS
I dropher legs and relish the feel of her body sliding down mine. Once she has her footing, I spin to face her. I step forward, and she goes back. Her eyes sparkle, a mirth that’s been missing lighting up her expression.
Fuck, she’s pretty. The attraction buzzing is insane, an electrical storm crackling between us. She unzips her jacket and lets it fall to the floor.
I mirror her movements, prowling forward.
Those blue eyes of hers widen when she bumps into Santa’s workshop. Without warning, I grasp her hips and lift her onto it. Part of me wants to go caveman on her, to rip her pants off and thrust into her until we’re both gasping for air. I want to feel her climax around me, her breathy moans in my ear while her nails rake down my back.
The other, saner, part of my brain recognizes that we’re still very much in public. Daring escape from my friends and her family aside, anyone could walk in and ruin the moment.
So…we better make use of the time we have.
Mira removes her shirt and chucks it at my face.
I barely manage to catch it, lowering the fabric to stare at her.
“We’re in public.”
She hooks her fingers through my belt loops and yanks me closer.
