Banishing my nerves, I fluff my hair and arrange it so it lays partially over my shoulder, then I reach up and pinch my cheeks, hoping to add some color. Emerging from my bedroom, I sashay my hips back as I walk in, and Miller immediately follows me with his gaze. His eyes darken as he takes in my mismatched bra and panties, and the bow I’ve wrapped myself in.
He says nothing, and with every step closer I take, and the lingering silence, I become more unsure of my actions. Miller's features harden slightly as I stop right in front of him, and for a moment he looks away from me, swallowing thickly.
Have I misjudged the situation?
Panicking, I word vomit, “I…you said…I just thought…it’s stupid.” I turn on my heel, determined to make a beeline to my bedroom again.
“Stop.” Miller’s voice is strained and commanding, halting me in my tracks, but I don’t turn to face him.
Embarrassment settles on my chest, feeling like a hot iron’s placed against it.
I jump when Miller’s hand touches my shoulder, brushing my blonde hair away from my skin. Peeking behind at him, I meet his gaze, still equal parts nervous and turned on.
“How have we only known each other for a day, Snow Angel? This is crazy.” His voice is low as he nuzzles his nose against the side of my cheek before pressing hot kisses against me.
Slowly, he works his way from my jawline, down my neck, to my shoulder, then turns me to face him. “The things you’re doing to me in here.” Placing my hand in his, he rests it on his chest over his heart, letting it linger for just a minute before he brings it down to rest over the impressively large bulge in his jeans. “And here… You’re goddamn perfect,” he growls.
With his free hand, his fingers find my chin and he grasps it, tilting my head back to kiss me in a deep, soul-altering kiss.
All I can do is whimper into his mouth as our tongues fall into a passionate exploration. He lets go of his hand that covers mine and allows it to wander across my body, sending shivers of need through me.
Walking us backward, his fingers find my bra and he unclasps it, the weight of my breasts forcing it to fall. It slides down my arms, and hastily I remove it, never breaking the kiss.
The backs of my knees hit the side of the bed and I stumble, but Miller's firm palm on my back stops me from falling. We kiss for a while longer before pulling apart.
Hooking his thumbs into the top of my panties, he pulls them down, sinking to his knees as he follows the garment down my legs. “Too much too soon?” he questions with a hint of hesitation in his tone.
I shake my head. “No. I want this. I want you.”
Stepping out of my panties, I kick them to the side, so all I’m left wearing is the red satin bow around my waist. Miller’s eyes glitter with need as his touch floats up my legs, his hands stopping at my upper thighs.
When our gaze connects, an unexpected surge of power courses through me. This rugged, handsome man is on his knees right now, for me, onChristmas. Winding my fingers through his hair, I gently play with the silky strands.
Our eyes connect as he looks up at me, and my heart skips a beat. My core throbs, silently begging for his touch.
“Do you taste like Christmas,Holly? Like gingerbread, or maybe candy canes?”
“Are you going to find out?” I ask boldly, despite the slight shake in my hand lying awkwardly by my side.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.” Sliding his hands closer to the apex of my thighs, he uses his thumb to pull my lips apart and holds me steady with his other hand. My kneesgrow weak when he brushes over the most sensitive part of me, and I inhale a sharp breath.
“Is this okay?” His thumb continues to flick back and forth over me, and I feel my arousal slicken with each movement.
“Mmm hmm,” I hum, tipping my head back as I claw at his shoulders.
Then I cry out.
Tracing patterns with his tongue, Miller devours me, fulfilling his promise of learning what I taste like. Wrapping his hands around the backs of my thighs, he keeps me still, holding me in place while he takes his time.
But time isn’t on our side. It’s been forever since I’ve been with a man, and I’m confident no man I’ve dated has ever been this skilled with his tongue. It hardly takes him two minutes of finding the perfect rhythm before I’m screaming his name as my knees buckle. My body melts against him and, as he stands, he scoops my limp body into his arms before immediately dropping me on the bed.
Pulling his shirt overhead, Miller tosses it to the side then kicks off the rest of his clothes. Through hooded eyes, I watch as his impressive erection juts out from between his legs, standing at attention like it’s fully ready for my command.
Kissing his way up my legs and to my lower belly, his lips stop just beneath the bow. Goosebumps form under his touch as he plays with the ends of it, loosening it with small tugs. “Time to unwrap my present.”
“I thought you already did that.”
“Not all of it.” With a final tug, the ribbon falls free, pooling on either side of my waist. He pulls it out from under me and bunches it in his grasp. “Do you trust me?”
