Meet Me Under the Mistletoe (Holiday Romance Collection #3)

10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Noelle

O h my god.

Between the rush of panic from almost falling off the chair and the fact that Theo currently has his face smashed between my boobs, I’m finding it incredibly hard to breathe. Or to steady my pounding heart.

Or to convince Miss Kitty that this is not appropriate .

Because she’s fucking loving this right now.

Bitch is practically purring.

“You okay?” Theo asks, his voice gruff and slightly muffled against my chest.

“Uh-huh,” I mumble brokenly, my fingers tightening on his shoulders. I’m trying not to pant, attempting to force my breathing to steady. It’s not working. “I’m fine.” I swallow hard. “You?”

His arms squeeze around my thighs and it’s then that I realize that one of his hands is fully cupping one of my ass cheeks, his thumb resting in the crease between them. My black leggings are thin and comfortable. Did I mention that they’re thin? Heat blazes up my body, making my chest and face hot as the blush spreads. Theo’s thumb is practically in the crack of my ass. Oh my god, I’m going to die of embarrassment. RIP to me.

“I’m good,” he finally rasps. His thumb strokes the curve of my ass through the thin material of my leggings, just slightly. My eyelids flutter closed. Oh holy night .

“You can put me down now,” I whisper, my voice coming out all trembly and breathy, but I can’t help it. He nods against my chest, his nose rubbing against the inside curve of my boob and I can’t stop the quiet gasp that escapes my throat at the sensation.

His arms loosen fractionally, allowing my body to slide down his. Slowly. Painfully, erotically slowly.

And then I feel it. Pressed up between my thighs as I slide down, lined up perfectly against me, and Miss Kitty is full on purring now. Because Theo is hard . So hard against me there’s no mistaking it, or ignoring it.

Should I ignore it? What’s the etiquette protocol for accidental boner rubbing? They don’t teach this shit in the game of life handbook!

Should I pretend I don’t feel that? This is just nature doing its nature-y thing when two bodies are pressed up against each other, right?

Right?!

He continues letting me slide down his body until my stockinged feet touch the floor again. Because of our height difference, that hardness is now cushioned against my stomach. I stare up at him, my eyes bouncing between his, then down to his mouth. His jaw is clenched shut tight; his lips pulled thin. But those eyes, those crystal blue eyes, are hot as they stare down at me.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, my lips barely moving. I’m holding impossibly still, avoiding rubbing against him anymore than I already have. His throat bobs as he swallows hard. My heart trips over itself as his hands span across my hips, flexing, fingers digging into the softness above my butt.

“Just give me a second,” he breaths, his voice low, gravelly. It hits me low in my belly, and Miss Kitty likes the way his voice skitters along every nerve ending, lighting me up like the lights strung up around the room. A rough, scoffing laugh escapes him, the corner of his mouth tilting up, and those eyes are back to twinkling mischievously. “One guess of what your present is.”

Shoving away from him with my hands on his chest, I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me. It breaks the tension from whatever the hell this is. I try— I swear I fucking try —to keep my eyes away from what’s going on south of his beltline, but sweet baby Jesus…

Snapping my eyes back up to his, he winks, and my gaze is drawn down again as one of his hands flattens against the bulge between his legs. His eyebrows dip into a slight V and his teeth sink into the fleshy part of his bottom lip as an almost silent groan leaves his mouth. My mouth drops open, shamelessly watching that large hand press against the thickness beneath it.

“Angel, my eyes are up here,” he whispers, and I blush fiercely at being caught. A grin tilts up his mouth, his blue eyes dancing. He tsks lightly, making me roll my eyes.

Dammit he’s good looking. I noticed that before, right? My eyes flicker up to the mistletoe now hanging above us, then back to his mouth. His grin widens.

Stepping toward me, he tilts my face up with one finger beneath my chin. “Don’t worry, I’ll meet you under the mistletoe before the end of the night, Noelle.”

And then he moves around me, disappearing out of the double French doors and into the hallway. Leaving me stunned and speechless… and ridiculously turned on.