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

14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Noelle

“ W hat are you doing?” I whisper, my breath coming out in quick, shallow pants. The look in his eyes… it’s intense, heated. Gone is the lighthearted, goofy guy Theo, and in his place... I swallow hard. “Theo…”

His blue eyes search mine for what feels like an eternity as we stand together, his fingers clasped tightly around mine. His gaze is so intense and alive with a fire that smolders in the blue depths, the twinkle of the Christmas lights that are strung throughout the room reflected in his eyes. That ridiculous Santa hat still on his head, and it looks unfairly sexy on him. His voice is low, gruff as he whispers, “I told you I’d meet you under the mistletoe.”

“Theo, I thought that was a joke, making fun of that post Willow made—”

“I may joke about a lot of things, be the loveable goofball that no one takes seriously… but I would never joke about kissing you, Angel.”

Eyes blazing, he stares down at me, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him as he presses closer. His hand leaves mine, traveling up my arm and up, up until his hand is bracketing the front of my throat. His touch is gentle but sure, his strong fingers tilting my chin up. I glance up at the mistletoe hanging above us.

My heart is fairly galloping in my chest at his huskily spoken words and I lick my lips. Bringing my gaze back to his, he breathes, “Not when I’ve wanted to for as long as I can remember…”

He ducks his head just slightly, his lips brushing along my jaw and electricity zings through every nerve in my body at the contact. My mouth falls open with a gasp, and his lips move across my cheek. I’m panting, my entire body trembling. His lips hover over the corner of my mouth and I shift slightly, tilting my head just a touch, as much as his hand bracketing my jaw will allow. His breath grazes my mouth, his lips fluttering lightly over mine.

“…Theo,” I breathe, my lips parting. Oh holy night, I want this. So bad.

“I’m going to kiss you, Noelle. I’ve thought about kissing you under these damn mistletoes every single Christmas Eve since we were twelve. So, I’m going to kiss you, right here, right now. Like I’ve always wanted to,” he rasps, his voice thick and growly, his lips moving against mine. Not quite touching but enough to make my body feel like it’s on fire. He smells like cinnamon and pine, the scent dancing around me, enveloping me until it’s all I can smell, his breath fanning across my cheeks and lips again. That hand at my throat tightens just marginally and I sigh out a breathy moan. His other hand is at my hip now, fingers digging into the softness there. “So, if you don’t want me to kiss you, now would be the optimal time to knee me in the balls. Because once I start, I’m not stopping, Noe.”

His blue eyes are heavy lidded as he stares down at me, waiting. Giving me the chance to say no.

Sliding my hands up his sides, I spread my fingers wide against his ribs beneath his arms. “Kiss me, Theo—”

His fingers tightening at my throat, he groans, crushing his mouth to mine. He wastes no time, parting his lips and sliding his tongue out to find my lips already open and waiting for him.

At the first touch of his tongue to mine, I gasp, arching my body against his. His hand at my waist slides around to sit low on my back, just above the curve of my ass, but then his hand is sliding down to cup me fully, hauling me close against him. I feel him, hard and heavy and full, against my belly.

He kisses me like a man given his last meal, his lips and tongue fierce and greedy but generous. Fucking hell, the man knows how to kiss. He nips my lower lip with his teeth and raging desire flashes through me. Miss Kitty is ecstatic.

Rocking against his front, I moan around his kiss, heat scorching me. I’m wet and aching.

“Christ, Noelle,” he breathes, releasing my mouth and pressing his forehead to mine. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I plead, tilting my head and pressing my mouth to his again. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He chuckles, the sound low and dark and it skitters over me, making me shiver. “Yeah?”

I nod frantically, as much as that hand at my neck will let me. “Come over tonight.”

His fingers tighten, squeezing this time, forcing my chin up so he can stare at me. He’s squeezing just tight enough to restrict my airway, but not enough to close it completely. It’s thrilling and so fucking sexy my knees threaten to buckle. Who is this man? I’m loving this side of Theo.

“You better think real hard on that, Angel,” he rasps, his words gravelly. “Because if I come over tonight… You understand what’s going to happen, right?”

I swallow, the motion stilted slightly with his hand collaring my throat the way it is. I nod. He bites down on his lower lip, a growl rumbling up his throat. I tremble.

“I’m going to fuck you, Noelle. I’m going to fuck you exactly how I’ve wanted to, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”

“Holy shit,” I moan on a stilted breath. His fingers loosen and I suck in a full breath, my head buzzing. Oh, that’s hot. Yes please .

“Say it, Noelle,” he rasps, tilting my face up to his again.

“Yes, Theo.”

“Yes, what?” he asks, trailing his lips along mine. I shudder with arousal and anticipation.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His approving growl lights me up from the inside out, like those damn lights twinkling everywhere. I. Am. Unwell.

“Are you wet for me, Angel?” he asks. The hand at my back moves, sliding around until he’s cupping me through my leggings. His fingers find my clit through the thin material and I gasp, rocking into his hand. I nod frantically. “Fucking Christ, I can feel how hot and wet you are through these. I can’t wait to feel it, taste it. You’re going to come so hard for me you’re not going to remember your own name, baby.”

Normally, if a man talked like that to me, I’d haul off and punch him. It’s cocky and arrogant…and I have no fucking doubt that he means every word. Damn this Theo is hot as hell.

“Go get your things and say your goodnights,” he says before kissing me again. Thorough and hungry.

He releases me completely, stepping back. I stumble at the loss of contact, my knees shaking. He raises his hand, drawing his thumb over my lips, and my breath catches in my throat as his next words reach my ears.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long, Noelle. I’ve wanted you forever.”