Mistletoe Kisses

Infuriating man.

I try to ignore him, too, but it’s impossible. My thigh is brushing his and just being this close to him has me so aroused. All I can think about are ways to get his attention without being obvious.

He’s so fucking hot and cold. One moment he’s kissing me like he wants me, the next he's pretending like sleeping nearly naked in the same bed is nothing to him.

I don't buy it. I refuse to believe this situation isn't doing the same thing to both of us. My body is crying out for him, my mind trying to convince me to scoot my knee just a little bit closer, to move my hand and feel every hard inch of him beneath my fingertips.

I do my best to swallow my feelings and banish the thoughts, to be as blasé as he is about this, to ignore him the way he’s ignoring me.

It doesn’t work, though. My frustration only grows and grows until finally I can’t take it anymore and I snap, “Can you at least turn off the light? I can’t fall asleep like this.”

Glancing away from his phone, Cal looks at me and cocks an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, you must have me confused with your maid. Feel

free to turn it off yourself.”

Sighing, I push the duvet off and roll away from him, turning my own lamp off. It’s still too bright in here with his light on, and since I was curled up facing him, his lamp was the one that was bothering me, anyway.

Since he told me to do it myself, an idea occurs to me and I decide to go for it. I climb back onto the bed on my knees, but rather than settle back in, I crawl over toward his side of the bed.

Cal finally looks up from his phone, his blue eyes trained on me. “What are you doing?”

“Turning off the light,” I say sweetly, right before straddling him.

The long, fluffy white robe adequately covers most of my body, but my pussy is pressed against him now, only barely covered by my scanty pink underwear. His already hard cock prods me and tells on him as I reach for the lamp.

I knew I wasn’t alone in my arousal.

Before I can turn it off, his hand catches my wrist in a firm grasp that steals my attention. Our eyes meet, my heart skipping a beat as his bore into mine.

"Leave it on," he demands, dropping his phone and catching my other wrist with his now free hand.

Trying to keep my voice even and unaffected, I ask, “Why?”

His answer isn’t at all what I expect. "Because I want to look at you."

My heart flutters at his pronouncement, then he follows it up by releasing my wrists and reaching for the belt of my robe. He unties it slowly, giving me a chance to object if I want to, but I don’t. I can scarcely breathe, but I want to see where this goes, so I don’t stop him as he pulls my robe apart and pushes it off me.

I’m completely exposed now. The cool air hits my bare breasts and sends a chill dancing down my spine. I don’t feel as brave or confident straddling him now that I’m naked except for my panties. Even though his gaze is appreciative as it moves over me, I can’t help replaying his words from last night and wondering if he finds me lacking.

"You just want to look at me?" I can't believe my own bravery. "You don't want anything else?"

His eyes lock with mine, his jaw ticking as he stares me down. "Don't tempt me, Noelle."

"What’s wrong, Cal? You don't like being toyed with?" I sit back on his lap, wrenching a soft groan out of him. “Well, neither do I, but I learned from the best.”

“Dammit, Noelle…”

"What? I’m being nice. I could make it so much worse for you." I wiggle my ass around his cock, giving him a little taste of his own medicine.

His hands lock on my hips, halting my movements. "You're playing with fire, and I think you know it."

I see the fire he’s referring to stoked and burning in his eyes, but I’m feeling up to a little danger tonight. "Maybe I want to get burned." I rock my hips against his crotch and his hands grip me tighter.

He lets go after only a moment, wrapping his fingers around my wrists instead and pushing them together behind me. He takes hold of them with one hand, the other going back to my hip as he looks me over.

"Like the view, Sir?"

He doesn't respond. I can tell he's fighting a battle with himself, but he's going to lose if I have my way. I've waited long enough for this man. I’ve been teased and tempted and tormented, and dammit, I want my reward.