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I kiss her inner thigh and then help her sit up, my heart doing that same caveman thumping thing that’s been happening since the first sharp look from those evergreen eyes. Only the look she gives me now is soft and maybe a little shy.
“That was crazy,” she says breathlessly.
I nod. But it’s not just crazy.
This is flat-out fucking nuts. I know it.
I don’t get all tied up about most girls. Hardly any. But Misty has me in so many knots, I’m not sure I could get free if I wanted to.
She reaches for my belt, tugging me closer even though Not-So-Little-Noel is already butted up to the edge of the island.
Maybe she just doesn’t want to let me go. I like that a lot.
“Come ’ere,” I say, gathering her against me. Looping her arms around my neck and then wrapping her legs at my waist again and picking her up like that.
I walk her back to the living room, loving the feel of her in my hold and the damp heat of her against my bare stomach. The sleeping bags we set up are warm in front of the fire, the room lit in the flickering orange glow of the flames. I’ll get something to clean up in a few minutes, but for now, I just want to lie here and hold her.
Kiss her some more like this.
Maybe get her out of that bra and spend the night watching Die Hard movies— her favorite, because this girl can’t get any better —and building gingerbread houses with her in nothing but those fuzzy socks and the sweater thatbarelycovers her ass.
“God, you feel so good like this,” she murmurs against my lips, hands ghosting over my chest and shoulders as I half hold myself above her, half drive myself insane, giving her just enough of my weight to torture us both.
Those soft, coasting hands find their way to my belt… one going to work on it while the other finds my dick through my jeans and gives him a mind-blowing stroke.
Fuck, that’s good.
It takes everything I have, but somehow, I get the words past the vise on my throat. “We gotta stop.”
* * *
Misty
Not what I was expecting.Like, at all.
“Stop?” I squeak, pulling my hands away even though Noel’s still mostly on top of me and not really making any move to get off. Which is good because I don’t want to lose this yet. I don’t want to lose him.
I’m still sluggish and hazed from the kitchen, but I have enough brain cells working to take a stab at why this man would give me the best orgasm of my life and then be ready to beg off before getting satisfaction himself.
“Hey, if you’re worried I’ll get the wrong idea,” I start, my voice unsteady, “I know this isn’t something serious.”
Noel’s chin pulls back, his brows furrowing, his voice flat. “You do?”
He doesn’t believe me.
That hurts a little, but I can’t entirely blame him since it’s not entirely the truth. I mean, yes, Irationallyknow this isn’t serious. I’ve been having sit-down talks with myself about it all day. Still, somehow, emotionally, it’s gotten a wee bit serious for me. Okay, more than a wee bit. I don’t feel like this about most guys after months of dating, let alone a single day.
I didn’t mean to let it happen. Heck, I didn’t even think it was possible for me to fall for someone like this, but I have.
But just because I’ve gone and done the most stupid thing on the planet doesn’t mean I think Noel would.
I meet his eyes, steeling myself against the emotion this frown he’s wearing all but guarantees he won’t want to see. “You invited me to fly to Vegas before you knew my name. Asked me to marry you over hot chocolate.I get it. You’re a guy who likes to have fun but isn’t looking for forever.”
“You get it,” he says slowly, searching my eyes. “I thought— Is that allyou’relooking for? A little fun?”
I could tell him yes. Play like I’m someone different than I am, but that’s not what I want.
I want Noel to know me. I want us to be friends. So, I give him the truth— minus the whole falling-for-him-in-a-single-day thing, that is.
