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I caught only a glimpse of the angelic figure as it glided by the bedroom door but it was enough to send my body into overdrive. The Christmas decorations were driving me to the edge of insanity, but one look at that beauty is making me plummet straight into it.
“Jesus, doggy. Who is that? Who’s your…”
Fuck. My throat is craggy as every muscle in my body seizes. It feels like I’m having a damn heart attack. Like every bit of air has been vacuumed out of my lungs. I’m feverish from a single glance. A full look would destroy me.
I no longer hear the song. My vision tunnels as I focus on the open doorway, urging the Christmas miracle hiding behind the bedroom walls to reappear and finally put an end to this madness.
I stumble to my feet, shutting the door behind me. It’s freezing out, and I don’t want that angel to catch a chill. Her voice. It’s heavenly as she transforms the bane of Christmas into my favorite song. I never thought I’d say this, but I could listen to this song all day if she sang it to me. If she…
“All I want for Christmas…” she sings, her voice growing louder as she moves closer to the open door. “Is youuuuuuuuuOH MY GOD!” she screams as she finally notices me, launching the candy cane she was using as a microphone straight at me.
I don’t even attempt to move because one: It’s not close to hitting me. And two: All my attention is on the gorgeous woman who, after launching said candy cane, forgot to ensure that her towel was wrapped tightly around her body. The towel that’s now in a heap at her feet.
She’s screaming at me but I don’t understand a word she’s saying. It’s like I’m underwater, drowning in the pure, feminine perfection in front of me. I’m a dead man. This angel has killed me where I stand with a body that’s like none I’ve ever seen. Not even Michelangelo could sculpt one like hers—none of the Old Masters in their wildest dreams could ever conceive of this ideal beauty.
The curve of those hips were made for my hands to take hold. Those slender legs would slot perfectly in place around my waist. Around my face as she suffocates me. A death any man would welcome with open arms and an open mouth.
I’ve never seen a woman like her in my life, and urges I’ve never experienced before crash through me like an avalanche. Possessive. Obsessive. I can’t describe the feelings surging through me. All I know is that I want her. I need her. And I’ll do whatever it takes for her to be mine this Christmas. For… Forever.
“Get out!” she screams, grabbing a Christmas-tree-shaped pillow from the chair next to her and clutching it over her body.
It’s too late. I’ve seen everything. Iwanteverything. I take a step forward.
“Stay back!” She makes a move as though to throw the pillow covering her but she stops herself. “I’ll… I’ll…” She looks around somewhat nervously as she collects her thoughts.
I pause. “Hit me with that pillow?”
Please. For the love of all things Christmas, make it happen.
She pulls another candy cane out of seemingly thin air. How many does she have? Is this the Christmas magic everyone talks about?
“No. This candy cane,” she says, waving it in the air.
“I hope your aim is better?—”
She throws it right at me but I snatch it out of the air. She groans as I snap it and pop a broken piece in my mouth. Hmm. Better than I remember.
“Thanks,” I say, taking another step as it crunches in my mouth “I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
A red ornament flies past my head and crashes against the wall. My girl snatches a pine cone from the mantle to reload. “There’s no need for that. I’m not going to hurt you… Eva.”
She gapes at me, dropping the pine cone. “How did you…”
“Your license plate. You’re not exactly discreet, Christmas Eva.”
Her cheeks flush and I wonder how warm they’d feel against my palm. How the rest of her would feel against me.
“Okay, you know my name. But have you met my scary dog? Take another step and I’ll have him chase you out of here.”
“You mean the one with the flimsy antlers I was just giving belly rubs to?”
“Dasher,” she growls as the Dachshund rolls over in front of me.
I kneel, eyes trained on Eva as I rub his belly. “See? We’re friends. He’s not chasing me anywhere.”
I swallow hard as my gaze travels across the bare parts of her. Shoulders. Arms and hands. Legs, feet, and fucking ankles. There’s not a part of her that isn’t sexy. That I wouldn’t drag my tongue across if given the opportunity. But the way she’s looking at me makes it clear she’s off the menu for me.
“What about you and me? Can we be friends?” My voice is so thick and gravelly that I hardly recognize it. I hardly recognize myself in this whole encounter. It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience as I’m interacting with a goddess.
