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

11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Theo

I make a detour into the bathroom as soon as I’m out of the study—because I cannot walk into the kitchen where both of our families are with a raging boner—and lean my hands on the bathroom sink. Hanging my head between my shoulders as I take in deep, steadying breaths, I focus on letting them out just as slowly.

Christ, I’m so hard it hurts. I’d been pressed right against her, right where I want to be the most, and the heat at the apex of her thighs had nearly done me in. I could have wrapped her legs around my waist. Could have ground up against her, letting her feel more, letting her feel just how fucking hard I am for her. Only for her. Always for her.

If those green eyes blown wide, that mouth falling open with those quick, panting breaths had been any indication, she liked what she’d felt. Her watching me palm my dick through my pants—through this stupid fucking Santa suit—had not helped in the slightest.

Palming myself again, I press down, willing my body to cooperate.

Part of me knows I should be embarrassed, or at the very least want to apologize, as I’d been raised to respect women… but I just can’t. Because now Noelle knows. Or least is becoming aware of me as more than just her goofy fucking golden retriever bestie. And I refuse to let myself feel any embarrassment over how hard this woman makes me. I want her. I’ve wanted her for so long I can’t remember a time I didn’t.

I’ve wanted to kiss Noelle Compton under the mistletoe since we were twelve… and dammit, I’m going to. Tonight.