Her breath came in a low rush. “Kale…” she whispered as his fingers feathered over her thighs.
Her hypnotic tone pulled him under. When he met her glance, electricity crackled between them. Plump lips parted as her heat reached out to him.
“Yeah?” he asked.
Watching her squirm in her seat filled him with erotic visions of how her sexy body would move underneath him. Christ, there was nothing he wanted more than to pin her hands above her head and feel her writhing and gyrating beneath him. His pulse raced in a mad cadence as he relished the arousing image.
Her tongue made a slow pass over her bottom lip. With a slight nod, she gestured to his hand as he moved the garter higher on her thigh. “That tickles,” she murmured.
He lifted a brow. “Then I guess that means I’m doing it right.”
Her eyes clouded with need. “Something tells me you always do it right, Kale,” she breathed into his mouth.
He grinned and pitched his voice low. “I’ve never had any complaints yet.”
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and lowered her voice to match his. “Are we still talking about putting on a garter?”
His grin turned wicked. “Not even for a minute.”
She flushed darker. “I didn’t think so.” Her soft tone made him weak with need.
His body trembled almost uncontrollably. As her heat curled around him, all he could think about was how he’d like to take her home and satisfy her in ways she’d never been satisfied before.
If he hadn’t promised his family he’d be there for their ritual Sunday dinner, he’d scoop Erin up, haul her back to his place, and let her experiment with the role of bad girl as he made sweet love to her all weekend long until work beckoned them Monday morning.
He ached to lock himself deep inside her while he explored her curves and traced the pattern of her body with his fingers and his tongue. He wanted to lave her nipples with long, luxurious strokes and suck on her hard buds until she became feverish with need and came completely apart in his arms. He wanted to look deep into her soulful, warm brown eyes and watch her lose the control that she so painfully guarded as she reached a powerful, earth-shattering climax.
Although this wasn’t the time or the place for such intimacy, the situation was escalating beyond his power to stop it. At this particular moment, his head ruled his actions. Unfortunately, it was the swollen, hormone-driven head pressing insistently against its zippered cage that demanded undivided attention.
Curious hands climbed higher. His forward motion was thwarted when his fingers reached the apex between her legs.
Heat radiated from her sex and warmed his body. The seductive, feminine tang of her arousal reached his nostrils. He inhaled her heady aroma and sensed that her needs and desires matched his own.
He felt dampness on her silk panties and could barely summon the strength to speak. He stroked her. Softly. Barely touching her nether lips.
Holy fuck. She was drenched. His mind stopped working.
She tensed against him and gasped. Her hips jerked forward, driving his fingers harder against her cleft as she leaned into him. Her shaky hand intercepted his. Kale sensed it was a token gesture to stop him. The ardent darkening of her eyes and her body language belied her actions.
With their lips mere inches apart, she whispered in a hushed tone, “Kale?” Her voice was far from steady.
“Look up,” he managed to say around the lump forming in his throat.
Her eyes were dark, glossy, perplexed. She frowned in concentration. “What?”
He drew a deep, fortifying breath and nestled his face close to her perfumed neck. Her sweet scented skin nearly shut down his brain.
He slipped a finger under her chin. “Look up, Erin, and tell me what you see.”
She tilted her head and squinted in the dim light. Her dark brows knitted together as her chest rose and fell with her quick breathing. Kale felt his tongue go dry at the sight of her long, pale neck. He watched her pulse jump at the base of her throat. That’s where he wanted his mouth. Right where her creamy neck melted into her collarbone.
She went absolutely still when she spotted a thick cluster of green leaves. Her head descended ever so slowly. Lust and something else, something that looked like raw, unbridled need, touched her eyes as they met his.
“Mistletoe…” Her breathless voice was nothing more than a faint whisper.
“Do you mind if I kiss you?”
She parted her lips, but before she could say anything further, he took possession of her mouth. Moaning, her tongue snaked out and tangled with his. He could taste her sweetness on her strawberry-soaked tongue.
She was so responsive. So damn responsive. He could only imagine how she’d be when he got her alone. Which had to be soon, otherwise his body was going to explode into a million fragments.
He barely had time to explore her entire mouth when she eased away and broke the kiss. The sound of the crowd brought him back to his senses.
He leaned back on his heels and gazed at her. So beautiful. The gentleman in him urged him to apologize for ravishing her in public. But truthfully, the only thing he was sorry for was that he couldn’t finish what he started and bring her body to the heights of passion he suspected she craved.
She drew a deep, calming breath. Her voice was low, sexy. “I knew you were into casual sex, Kale, but you failed to warn me you liked to get intimate in public
