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I check my own phone to confirm. Sure enough, over three hours have gone by in the blink of an eye. I don’t want this night to end, but I only rented out the place till eleven. I look around and notice we’re pretty much the only people left.
“Can I walk you to your car?” I ask, hoping to squeeze every last minute out of this evening with my angel.
“You sure can,” Casey answers for Ember. I grin and she gives me a knowing smirk.
“The jury has spoken,” Ember laughs. We say our goodbyes and head towards the door, my hand on her lower back.
We’re almost to the exit when I stop us abruptly. Ember looks at me in confusion and I pull her into me and then look up. Her eyes follow mine, looking at the mistletoe we’re standing under.
I look down at her to gauge her reaction. She licks her lips, the action causing my cock to twitch. I don't think she's even aware of what she's doing, how much she's turning me on. I cup the back of her neck and tilt her head up as I bend down closer to her.
“Looks like we’ve found ourselves underneath the mistletoe,” I whisper, my mouth mere inches from hers.
“What are you going to do about it?” She sasses, a challenge gleaming in her brilliant eyes.
That does it.
I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to hers. My whole body jolts with electricity, the shock traveling through my veins and making me aware of every nerve ending as I press our bodies closer together. Ember gasps, letting me know she felt it too.
I use the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, savoring the tartness from the cranberry juice mixed with her own natural sweetness. I grab a fistful of her soft hair and gently angle her head so I can deepen the kiss.
I start out with long, slow strokes of my tongue, but soon I’m desperate for her, sucking on her tongue and getting completely lost in her taste, her scent, her soft curves pressed against the hard planes of my body.
My tongue drags along the sensitive roof of her mouth, and she moans softly for me, making me growl. She rips her mouth from mine to gasp for air. I, however, am not done.
I nip and kiss down her neck, growling again when I feel her hands snake around my hips and tug me closer to her. I know she feels my achingly hard cock dig into her stomach. She moans softly and then rubs herself against me.
Tilting my head up from where I have been nuzzling her neck, I am rewarded with the most beautiful sight in the world. My angel panting for air, her hair a mess, her cheeks tinged with pink.
God, that blush does things to me. I want to see how far down it goes. I want to make her blush bright red with pleasure as I bite her creamy skin and mark her as mine. The thought catches me off guard, but it feels right.Mine. I let the word sink into my bloodstream, fill my heart, and settle into my bones. It’s decided.
Just then, Ember's eyes pop open. They are wide with shock as if she just realized what happened.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “I…I can’t…”
Before I can stop her or even register her words, Ember twists out of my arms and sprints outside. I’m stunned, frozen in place. My angel ran out on me after we shared the most perfect first kiss in all of history.
If she thinks this is the end of us, she’s in for a big surprise. I always get what I want. And I want her with every fiber of my being.
CHAPTERTHREE
EMBER
Iwake up to the sound of my alarm clock, which pulls a very unladylike screech-groan sound from my mouth. I hate mornings. Especially ones where I’m yanked out of my sweet, sexy dreams about the sweetest, sexiest man I’ve ever met.
Because it all had to be a dream, right? There’s no way the tall, toned, ridiculously handsome billionaire with deep blue eyes and chestnut hair talked me up all night and then made me weak in the knees with his kiss. That sort of stuff doesn’t happen to me unless there’s an ulterior motive. I learned that lesson the hard way.
No, it had to have been a fantasy. Though I'm a little disappointed that dream me was just as much of a coward as real me. In my dream, I ran away from the beautiful, charming man as soon as our kiss was over, which is exactly what real me would have done.
My alarm goes off again, reminding me I hit snooze and need to end this fantasy for good before I’m late to work. Rolling over, I grab my phone and silence the alarm. I’m shocked to see I have a few texts from an unknown number.
Curious, I open to the text thread. What I read has my heart hammering away in my chest.
Unknown:Good morning, beautiful. I hope you slept well. I dreamt of you and our kiss all night.
Unknown: This is Wyatt James, by the way. Just in case you kissed anyone else underneath the mistletoe.
Unknown:Although I have to admit, I don’t like the idea of anyone else tasting what’s mine.
