Page 9 of My Sweetart Holidate

7

Charlotte

Today has been nothing short of a real-life fairytale. A snowy adventure in the woods with a romantic lookout point—I can’t believe I actually got Kash to take a selfie with me considering the number of heart-shaped decorations that filled the frame— a couples’ cooking class that ended up in a flirty food fight, and a private wine tasting in the Caribou Creek Brewery’s party room that gave us both a nice little buzz.

The grumpy man is smiling more than he isn’t.

The dial on the flirting meter has been cranked all the way up to ten. The dial on the sexual tension meter, however, has flat out busted. All thoughts and worries of client emails have been overtaken by this all-encompassing desire. Ineedthis man to ravage me tonight or I’m going to spontaneously combust.

When I first heard about this matchmaking event on the radio two months ago, I laughed out loud so hard I cried. I had to get out of the drive-thru line and go to the back because I couldn’t form the words I needed to order. It seemed like the most ridiculous thing a person could do. Agree to spend an entire weekend on a blind date in a small mountainside town?

I thought only desperate people needed professional matchmakers to intervene. Submitting your name didn’t even guarantee a spot. In fact, the odds were against ninety-nine percent of applicants. I put my name in the hat as a joke. I was fed up and admittedly a tad tipsy after another cringy blind date with anice boyGreat-Aunt Doris arranged. I answered the three hundred plus questions honestly because what did I have to lose? It couldn’t be any worse than super creeper Donnie.

Then two weeks later, I received a congratulatory call.

I thought it was a hoax until Maggie Parsons made a trip to Fairbanks to meet me in person. She reassured me she’d found someone who was a perfect match. It wasn’t until that meeting that I truly believed she could help me.

But Kash?

I can’t believe how well we work. We’re opposite in so many ways but somehow, we complement each other. The banter between us is definitely keeping things interesting and building something more than just the untapped sexual tension between us. Maybe we’ll fizzle out after we finally do the deed. But something tells me there’s more to this than justthat.

There’s long term potential here.

“You got that hearts and flowers look in your eye again,” Kash grumbles as we leave the dining room, hand in hand. My entire body tingles with want. If the man turns me down tonight, I’m yanking him into the room and tackling him onto my bed. We’ve spent all day flirting and teasing each other through every scheduled event. But until now, we’ve been surrounded by the other couples and that magazine journalist we’ve managed to personally dodge for an interview.

“It’s been a… nice day.”

“Nice?” He tugs me to a stop, spinning me around and pressing me up against the wall with his hard body. The narrow hallway is deserted, for now. We haven’t even made it to the elevator. At any moment another couple might leave the dining room and catch us. But all I care about is the way his body feels up against mine. His hand firmly cups my jaw, tilting my chin up. “I’ll show younice, Cookie Monster.”

His lips capture mine in a hungry frenzy. Every moment of want and desire that collected throughout the day pours into this rough, zealous kiss. It’s savage yet sweet. Passionate and sensual. I fist his shirt so hard it might rip, needing him closer as every single nerve ending in my body awakens and tingles. I’ve never been kissed like this. So thoroughly that my brain short circuits. Wetness has been pooling between my legs most of the day. Now it drips down the inside of my thighs.

I want him.

I need him.

I’m done waiting.

Kash’s hand slides up and down my side, settling on my hip. “Nice, my ass,” he murmurs against my mouth.

Before this event, I never would’ve pegged a man like Kash as my type. His grouchiness alone should’ve turned me off from the moment I met him. But somehow, it intrigued me. I dare say it even brought me out of my shell a bit. He’s rough around the edges. Even his stubble is out of control. I run my fingers through it, imagining how it’ll gently scrape the inside of my thighs when he finally goes down on me.

A whimper escapes my throat.

“Is that an invitation,Charlotte?” The way he says my name nearly makes me climax right here against this wall. No one has ever made my full name sound like dripping, unadulterated desire.

“If you don’t stay tonight,” I say, my breath unashamedly coming in ragged pants, “I’m pushing you in another snowbank.”

He rests his forehead against mine, closing me in a bubble made from his muscular body. I drink in that woodsy scent, desperate to find out if it’s stronger on his skin. “I’d like to see you try, Cookie Monster.” He leans in for another kiss. This one tender and filled with promise of things to come. “Now let me take you upstairs so I can shoot that idea ofniceto hell once and for all.”

8

Kash

The second I kick the hotel room door closed, I spin Charlotte around and press her up against it. Our lips have been fused together since leaving the dining room. I damn near got caught in the elevator with my hand up her sweater in search of her tit. Thankfully the elderly couple decided to wait for the next ride up.

The offending sweater is the first thing to go.

A red lace bra barely contains Charlotte’s massive tits. I cup them in my hands, giving them an enthusiastic squeeze. “Damn, these are nice.”

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