Page 33 of His for the Holiday

We spilled into her apartment together, and she quickly shut and locked the door behind us, then spun to face me again. Even with her hair slightly damp and her cheeks flushed with the cold and hopefully, desire, I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life.

While I had expected there to be some awkwardness after our furious kisses and before we got to the main event, Sutton didn’t seem nervous or awkward. Her eyes held mine intently across the few feet of distance separating us, and she didn’t hesitate at all.

The air in her apartment was warm, the lights dim since there was only a single lamp on in the corner of her living area. I remembered this apartment from before, but it seemed different filled with all of Sutton and Winnie’s things.

A two-bedroom, it also had two baths with the main being en-suite, an open concept kitchenette, and a living area that had obviously been remodeled at some point. White drapes hung in the windows and laminated floors were covered in a mishmash of rugs. A children’s desk sat in one corner of the living room, along with a couple big plastic boxes of toys and a blackboard with piles of chalk lying in the grooves attached to it. Sutton had also filled the built-in shelves with books and trinkets, potted plants, and succulents, adding to the homey feel of the place.

I noticed all of this only in my periphery though, unable to completely break eye contact with her in order to look around. The point, however, was that despite the fact that I had four thousand square feet of prime real estate back in LA, this small little apartment felt more like home than my house ever had.

Being here felt right—even if I knew her father would kick my ass if he discovered me with her. I had no fucking clue what it was about Sutton or being in her space that made me feel like I’d finally found something I hadn’t even known to look for, but there it was.

As she stared at me, I stared right back. She slowly pushed her coat from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She kicked off her sneakers next, then tilted her head at me, her eyebrows rising like she was silently saying, “Your move.”

I kicked off my own shoes so fast that it would’ve been comical if anyone had been watching. My jacket hit the floor not a second later. I reached for my sweater next, pulling it over my head in a single motion that I hoped had been as smooth as it’d felt. When my hands fell to my belt, I finally slowed down.

Feeling a smirk appear on my lips, I watched her closely, seeing her struggle to keep her eyes on mine. I didn’t even try doing the same, openly lowering my gaze to drink her in as she lifted her cardigan over her head.

My breath caught as she tossed it down beside her, standing before me with her torso now bare save for a plain white cotton bra that was somehow the sexiest thing I had ever seen. High end lingerie be damned. Give me Sutton Ashbury exactly like she is now any day of the week.

I raked my eyes over her soft curves, fuller now than they had been before. I groaned as I lifted my gaze back to hers, my teeth sinking into the corner of my lower lip. I was going to fucking devour this woman and I wasn’t going to wait another second to do it.