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Then stay—his words echo in my mind.
I can't have heard him right. There's no way he can possibly want me to stay. Not after the way I arrived, dumped on his doorstep, a terrible, ill thought gift from his mother.
Merry Christmas, Nick. Here’s a woman you don’t want, red bow not included.
I mean, he can’t mean it, can he?
Stay.His voice, so deep, so demanding, it's like he's burned the word into my mind.
I lift my eyes to his, searching. I think I hear him whisper a curse, something so low under his breath I’m not sure if I heard it at all.
And then he moves. His head dips, his large body shifting closer until I can see nothing, feel nothing, but him. His hand comes to the back of my head as the hand he covered with mine closes around the side of my neck, his thumb sliding under my chin, angling my face to his.
I feel so small in his hands, so delicate as his warm touch and his big hands cradle me gently. His woodsy scent overwhelms me as he invades my space. He’s so close, and yet I am not prepared when his lips touch mine. I'm not prepared for the heat, for the burn. I'm not prepared for the way my belly drops and clenches at the same time.
It’s like I’m on a roller coaster, and I’m only now realizing I don't have a seatbelt.
His mouth moves over mine, commanding me. Demanding—everything. And I deny him nothing as he invades.
This man—this kiss—is everything I’ve ever wanted, ever fantasized about, compressed into one earth-shattering moment that I never want to end.
I can’t think. I can hardly breathe.
He's overwhelming my senses.
My body feels like it's on fire.
His mouth on mine isn’t gentle. It’s not hesitant or questioning or even exploratory.
It's commanding and demanding. It’s insistent and possessive.
It's fire, and I'm scorched.
He's stealing my air, kissing me so deeply I fear he might just touch my very soul. I should fight him. I should push away.I should run.
Because this is too much, too intense. It’s more than I bargained for when I touched my hand to his face.Heis more than I bargained for.
But I don't run.
Instead, I feel myself pushing up onto my knees, pushingintohim.
My hand is no longer on his face. Because it's around the back of his neck. My arms are around his broad shoulders, and his hand has moved from the side of my neck to my waist. His arm is a band around my body, and he's pulling me up against him, pulling me up off the floor.
I’m in the chair with him now, my chest crushed against his, my knees on either side of his waist.
I don't really know how I got here, but it feels so good. His mouth on mine, his tongue against mine.
He tastes like wine, and smoke, and fire, and snow…
He's everything hot and cold, demanding and insistent.
He's everything—everything I’ve ever wanted all wrapped up in this complex, beautiful, damaged, dark package.
This man, this kiss—iseverything.
Nick moves his hand from the back of my head down my back to settle on my butt, the warmth of his palm through the flannel pajamas scorches my skin in the most delicious way. I want to feel him skin to skin, and yet I'm content with this. I don't know if I'm ready to move on from this moment, to move forward.
Still, I'm intoxicated by him. I can't stop, and when he pushes down on my hips, I feel his desire for me. Long and hard and insistent at my core. Need moves through me like a tsunami, wrecking my insides, challenging my will to hold back. I'm so aroused, it hurts.
