Page 7 of The Christmas Mistake

Lying in the snow, I begin to laugh but Nicholas bends down and silences me with a sudden kiss.

Holy crap.

All I can think about is how warm his lips are.

And then his hands are on me, pulling me up against his body. Pulling me up into his heat. The cold of the snow evaporates as Nicholas devours me with the kiss.

There’s no pain anymore. No frozen face. Just Nicholas Carter and his perfect kissing technique.

“Wow,” I breathlessly whisper as our faces part.

I’ve never had a kiss in the snow before. It’s kinda romantic. I didn’t know he had it in him, the dork.

“You like that?” he asks me.

Why isn’t he awkward anymore?

I see Nicholas differently now. A tall dark-haired stranger with a killer body and a wonky smile. He’s got on Clark Kent glasses and a big cute scarf. His hair is slightly-curled and his eyes are deep like a dark ocean in moonlight.

He’s not a dork. He’s just my type.

I could lose myself in his black eyes until Christmas morning.

The next few moments fly by in a blur. Somehow, Nicholas has my keys in his hands. He’s opening my front door. He’s the one ushering me inside. I collapse on the couch as he brings me a glass of red wine from my kitchen. We barely touch our drinks before we’re kissing again. Deep sensual kisses on my couch.

Man, I am so flipping drunk.

But I don’t care. I have a handsome dorky man in my house and it’s Christmas and I just want to get laid.

“How can you not like Christmas on a night like this?” I ask him as his kisses drop down to the side of my neck. I gasp as his hot lips graze my cold skin. He moans.

“Stop talking, Chastity, and take off your clothes.”

I smile and shake my head. I feel like doing something bad. Tease him a little. He might be tall and handsome and muscular, but I’m not letting him boss me about.

“No.”

His kisses lower to my bare shoulder. His hands find the outline of my tits and he squeezes.

“Take that dress off,” he murmurs between pecks.

I feel his hard-on under his pants. He can’t hide that long thick cock. His excitement for me makes me shiver. My pussy heats up.

“Make me take it off,” I reply.

Nicholas leans back and drinks his wine. His eyes don’t come off me as he does so. It’s like he’s drinking me up as well.

He slowly removes his glasses and places them delicately on the table. I love the graceful way he does it. He moves with purpose and precision.

His lips darken with the red wine. I want to taste him so bad. I lean forward to kiss, but he effortlessly pushes me down on the couch with one hand.

“You want to talk about Christmas?” he asks with lustful danger in his eyes. “You want to say no to me? You’re being naughty, Chastity. You’re my naughty elf.”

Hot damn.

He places his glass back onto the table next to his glasses and his hands then penetrate under my dress. His fingers move up my naked legs. I bite my lip and close my eyes.

Getting a hold of me, Nicholas suddenly flips me around in one go so that my ass is perked up in the air. I let out a surprised yelp as he pulls my lower dress up and delivers a firm spank on my bare ass. The sound reverberates around the living room.