Page 39 of Noel
“Maybe I do.”
That smile—soft, brave, just a little uncertain—wrecks me.
So I stop thinking.
I stop trying to be the man who always follows the rules.
I let myself hold her the way I’ve wanted to since the first moment I saw her—carefully at first, like she’s something precious, then tighter, because I already know letting her go will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
The fire pops, a log shifting, throwing sparks across the room.
Outside, snow is falling harder now, muffling the world in silence.
She presses closer, and I can feel her heartbeat against my chest—fast, wild, matching my own.
For once, I don’t fight it.
If this is wrong, if it’s reckless, I’ll deal with it later.
Right now, she’s here—soft and real and looking at me like I’m something worth believing in.
And I can’t say no to that.
Not tonight.
Not when everything in me says she was the one miracle I stopped believing could ever be mine.
So I don’t.
I bend my head and kiss her again, deeper this time—hungry, claiming, lost.
Holly moans softly, her body arching closer until every breath between us turns molten.
“Too many clothes,” I murmur against her mouth, voice rough and low.
She nods, breaking the kiss just long enough to bite her lip and tug her shirt over her head.
The firelight turns her skin to gold, and she looks up at me with eyes full of want and something even more dangerous—trust.
For a second, all I can do is stare.
She’s so damn beautiful, it hurts.
“Holly,” I whisper, her name a prayer, a warning, and a promise all at once.
She reaches for me, and the rest of the world falls away.
My control, my rules, my carefully built walls—gone.There’s only her warmth, her breath, and the knowledge that for once, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
The storm outside deepens, snow piling against the windows, but in here, it’s nothing but fire.
“You’re so goddamn sweet,” I murmur between licks, nibbles, and sweet, deep throated kisses.
“Noel, need you,” she whimpers, biting her lip, those big, beautiful silver eyes of hers are sparkling with desire and mischief as she gazes up at me.
She is so goddamn gorgeous.
Her hair is a little wild now, the clip long since forgotten and she’s standing there in a tiny little tank top, no bra and those goddamn leggings with the fabric bunched right over her hot little pussy.
