Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Danny

That mistletoe kiss had somehow led us upstairs and if I wasn’t careful, we were going to fuck right here right now during Holiday’s parents’ party. They’d probably be thrilled, but I didn’t know if letting our hormones make all of our decisions tonight was the best idea. With a monumental effort, I pulled back from the kiss and sat up. Holiday’s eyes flew open.

“Why did you stop?” Both of us were breathing hard and it was hard to form a coherent thought with all of the blood in my body rushing to harden my nipples and make my pussy drip and ache. I hadn’t had an attraction so strongly like this ever in my life. Not to anyone.

“I don’t want to stop. But we should,” I told her when she sputtered out a protest. “We should take a moment and talk about this.”

Holiday glared at me and thrust her hips up against me in a way that almost made me black out.

“H. We’re moving too fast. We need to figure this out.” I needed to get off her if we were going to have any kind of coherent conversation. but I didn’t want to. So I just kind of rolled to the side, but she rolled with me so we were face-to-face again.

God, she was lovely. Her dress had hiked up and I wondered if she was wearing any underwear. I hoped she wasn’t.

“I’m not wearing anything under this dress,” she said, as if she’d read my mind.

“Jesus Christ, Holiday,” I said, closing my eyes. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“No, I’m trying to get you to fuck me. There’s a difference.”

I swore again. “How did this happen?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “Don’t really care. Only that it did, and I want you and I need you to do something about it. Please?”

She pouted at me and I knew that I was doomed. She’d always used her pout to get her way and it had always worked on me. In this moment if she asked me for anything, I’d give it to her. She could get away with murder with that pout.

“Holidayyyyy,” I said, drawing out her name. “Your parents are waiting downstairs.”

She scoffed. “They already think we’re doing what I want to do, so why not go ahead and do it? It’s Christmas Eve.” Her fingers played with the buttons on my shirt in a distracting way.

“What does Christmas Eve have to do with it?”

“You’re supposed to get everything you want on Christmas Eve. It’s a night for wish fulfillment.”

This was the first I was hearing of it.

“Are you really going to make me talk you into this?” she asked, and I realized she’d unbuttoned my shirt when she pushed it open, revealing the simple bralette I had on underneath.

“Ohhh, you look gorgeous. Is this new?”

What I should have done was to reach for her hands and make her stop. To rebutton my shirt and reiterate that we should hit pause for a little while.

That wasn’t what I did.

Instead I sat up and pulled my shirt off.

“Take your dress off,” I heard myself say.

“No way. I’m not getting completely naked while you’re still wearing everything,” Holiday said, also sitting up as I reached for the hem of her dress.

“I’m not wearing everything. I took my shirt off,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, and you should take this off,” she said, yanking at the strap of my bralette. “You know I’ve seen you naked before.”

She had, but not for a long, long time. I’d done my best not to let her see me naked the past few years. Holiday had been a little more cavalier about it and would sometimes barge into the bathroom while I was in the shower to ask me about something.

Holiday kept messing with my bralette until I took it off.

“Pants, please,” she said, staring at my breasts.

“Dress, off,” I said, snapping my fingers. No idea where that came from, but my patience was thin. I’d gone from wanting us to slow down to wanting to get her naked immediately. I needed to see her. Needed to touch her and taste her and know what she sounded like when she came.

I’d heard her before, of course, but that had been through walls, and I’d been doing my best not to listen. This was the opposite of that. I had to know.

“Fine,” she said, “but start taking your pants off because I need to see those legs. God, you have the most amazing legs. Have I ever told you that?”

I didn’t think she had, but I was happy to hear it now.

“Your body is incredible,” I told her as she stood up to get her dress off. She really wasn’t wearing anything underneath. With no hesitation, she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the other side of the room, standing there in all her glory.

“Come here,” I said, reaching for her. She stood between my legs and we both stared at each other.

“We’ve never been naked before like this,” she said, gazing down at me, making me burn.

“No, we haven’t. Seems like something we should have been doing.”

“Yeah, definitely. Are you…are you sure?” She’d thrown off the dress with such confidence, but now I saw a flicker of doubt.

“Yes,” I said, reaching up to pull her mouth down for a kiss. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I want you.”