Bet on a Mistletoe by Yvette Hines Page A

him.
          Crossing
the room, she sat down hesitantly on the couch and picked up a mug. He settled
beside her, leaving about a foot of space between them. It was more than he
wanted to leave, but he noticed her anxiousness.
          “I’ll
give you a tour later.”
          “I’d
like that.” She cupped her hand around her mug and sipped.
          They
drank in companionable silence and gazed into the fire. As usual, Max opted for
sleep in front of the fireplace over visiting with company.
          Shifting
his body, Richard turned toward Lorna. “About the other night…”
          “Glad
you brought that up. I should have thanked you for helping me get gifts to my
parents.”
          Continuing
to babble, she said, “If I’d known this was your house, I would’ve brought the
presents in so you could see them. The Huntley’s did a great job.”
          “Lorna.”
          She
stopped talking and stared at him. He wasn’t sure what got her attention,
whether it was hearing her name or his hand on her thigh.
          Her
eyes met his briefly before they lowered to his hand.
          He
noticed the rise and fall of her breast. “Lorna, I wasn’t talking about the
money, but everything else.”
          She captured
him with those brown eyes again. “There’s nothing to talk about. I think we
both got a little carried away in the moment. No big deal.”
          He
lifted the hand on her lap and cupped her face admiring the light and dark
contrast of their skin. “You’re wrong. I didn’t get carried away in a moment.
I’m not seventeen anymore.”
          She
stared at him, appearing unsure of his words. “Seventeen?”
          “The
first time I kissed you.”
          “How’d
you discover it was me?” Her gaze searched his.
          Leaning
over, he set his cup down and plucked the napkin off the tray and lifted the
small package that was hiding underneath.
          “Sugarplums.” A smile stretched her thick lips. “Those are
my fav--”
          “Favorite. I know.” Opening the cellophane he pulled out one
of the purple sugary treats.
          She
placed her drink on the tray. “When I got home I was happy to see your
families’ restaurant still made them.”
          “All year around. I made sure of that.”
          “For me?” Her words were soft almost shy.
          “Yes.
We had something between us since that day in the forest, Lorna, and I’ve
wanted nothing else but to explore that since then.”
          “Richard.”
          Using
his free hand, he guided the sweet treat across her lips.
          They
parted and her tongue sneaked out and caught the crystal trail causing him to
groan. He returned the other way and she did it again.
          “Let me
kiss you, Lorna.”
          “Yes,”
she whispered, leaning towards him.
          “Understand
this, my sugarplum fairy. I won’t stop until I’ve kissed you everywhere, tasted
every inch of your delicious body. Are you prepared for that?”
          “Yes.”
          Pressing
the oval shaped candy to her lips, he requested, “Lick it.”
          Without
question, her tongue came out and began to swirl around the tip. Around and
around it went until the top half of the candy was shiny and wet, and he was
close to coming in his pants. He couldn’t help imagine how her tongue would
look circling the tip of his cock.
          Unable
to take one more delicious moment without tasting her, he tossed the candy plum
on the napkin and kissed her. She was a blended delicacy, sugar coated Lorna.
Capturing her tongue he pulled it into his mouth. He didn’t know how long the
kiss went on and he didn’t care. The only thing he concentrated on was
pleasuring her.
          When
she sighed, he moved from her succulent mouth and dragged his tongue along the
side of her neck. They warred with each other’s clothes. He