Kissmas Wishes (Love In All Seasons 3)

“What was that?”

She groans. “I was going to find someone at the wedding reception to take home with me.”

“And you were going to wear that for them?”

She nods. “Now you are totally going to judge me.”

I sweep her hair from her eyes, resting a hand on her cheek. “No. I’m impressed. A woman who knows what she wants turns me on, Noelle.”

“Really?”

I nod. “Really.”

I kiss her then, softly at first. Her mouth melting against mine, my heart pounding for more. It’s been so long and this woman is so right. She’s funny and cute and sweet and kind. She is a fighter, a survivor, a loyal friend.

And right now, she is in my arms. Her lips part and I breathe her in. God, she tastes good. Her lips are soft like pillows and there is no doubt that tonight we’re making the naughty list.

We pull apart, breathlessly. “Since my wish came early,” she says. “Maybe I should put on that lingerie on for you now?”

“You really bought that?”

She nods. “I did.” Cringing she asks, “Is it too trashy?”

I shake my head. “Trashy? No away, Noelle. Your curvy little body in that teddy sounds like a treat.”

“You really think so?”

I kiss her again, tugging on her bottom lip, my cock ready for so much more. “I know so.”

She whimpers in delight and tells me to wait right here. She walks down the hall to her room and I tug off my coat, text my mom quickly and tell her I’ll be home late tonight. Then I undress, wanting to be ready when Noelle returns. As I’m waiting in my boxers, I look around her living room. There is a garment bag in the corner, holding what looks like a wedding dress. There are piles of tiny white boxes and I open one up to find a small tree ornament of a cabin covered in snow, with a quote on the back that reads, “At Christmas, All Roads Lead Home.”

I smile, placing it back in the box, and walk toward the room where she went to change. I knock on the door, both ready and nervous. This doesn’t feel like a one-night stand. It feels like the beginning of something real.

“Come in,” she says, as I push open the door.

I have a feeling once I step inside, I’m never going to want to leave.NoelleI never act this spontaneously… then again, I’ve never met a man like Brooks. A man so decidedly attractive, so ruggedly confident. Of course, I’m acting differently.

When he pushes open my bedroom door, I’m looking down. I can’t believe I put this on for him. I want to wear it … but it’s so unlike me.

“Wow,” he says. “You look—”

“What?” I ask, cutting him off.

“Perfect.”

I shake my head, strands of my hair falling in my face.

“It’s true,” he says, stepping toward me. “You look like a Christmas cookie. So sweet I could take a bite out of you.”

I lick my lips, looking Brooks over as he steps closer. He is in a pair of boxers — nothing else. His body is chiseled to perfection. His muscles are ripped, his shoulders broad — like he could pick me up with one arm. My belly flip-flops as he moves closer, the space between us growing smaller and the desire within me heating up.

It’s been so, so long.

He runs his hand over the red satin, white fur-lined nightie that barely covers my ass. I have nothing on underneath it and a shiver runs over my back as I imagine his touching me there. Everywhere. God, how I crave a real man to touch me.

“I haven’t been with a woman in a long time,” he tells me. “And I want to make you come, so fucking hard.”

I moan softly at his words.

“I hope you are prepared for this, Noelle.” He cups his hand around his cock that is stretching the fabric of his boxers. It’s a Christmas present begging to be unwrapped. “You sure you can handle this?”

I nod, ever so slowly, lowering my chin and lifting my eyes. “It’s been a long time for me too. It might be a really tight fit.”

He chuckles, lifting my chin with his thumb, our eyes meeting. “Your words are making me harder than is good for a man.”

I swipe my pink tongue over my lips. “Show me,” I say. “Show me how hard you are.”

“You’re a little vixen, aren’t you?”

I laugh. “Not normally but you bring out a naughty side to me.”

“Why’s that?” he asks, pushing down his boxers, his big, thick cock causing my pussy to tighten with just one look.

“I think it’s because you are some sort of Christmas fantasy come to life. The big, burly mountain man, in the woods with a bunch of tools, knowing how to use them. It’s really hot.”