His hands grip my waist, pulling me into his big hard body, and once again I’m lost to the warmth of his talented mouth.
Why, Charlie? Why did you think missing out on this was a good idea?
This kiss is deep and thorough in a way that has my tongue sliding against his, my fingers gripping the back of his coat. Pete walks me backwards until I gently hit the door, then he presses me against it and slides a thigh between mine. It’s the bestfucking feeling to have his body pinning me in place, and I have zero intention of ever moving, until a throat clears.
We don’t jump apart, but Pete steps back to put a bit of space between us.
“Knew that mistletoe was a bad idea.”
I lean around Pete to see who said it, and I’m met with amused blue eyes in a face that bears a striking resemblance to Pete and Sadie.
“All right, Tash,” Pete says, glancing over his shoulder, but I notice he doesn’t turn to face her. Probably suffering from the same problem as me. “Didn’t realise you were here, sorry.”
Tash snorts. “Who did you think was manning the place while Sadie goes shopping?” She leans around him to see me. “Hi, I’m Tasha. Pete and Sadie’s cousin. You must be Charlie.”
“Er... yeah.” I glance at Pete, who sighs.
“Sadie.”
“Yeah, Sadie,” Tash confirms. “Anyway, it’s lovely to meet you, but I’m just going to close this door so you don’t scandalise the customers with your live porn show.” She winks at Pete, then pulls the door shut before he can get a word out, effectively cutting us off from view. Huh. Should’ve done that before.
Pete runs a hand over his face. “Come on, let’s get this done and go home.” He grabs a saw and then holds out a hand to me, which I’m quick to take.
“First one we see,” I remind him, squeezing his hand.
“On it.”
Okay,so it’s not the first one we see, but it’s not far off. I’d feel bad about not appreciating the magic of what is clearly a fabulous place—so many trees of varying shapes and sizes—butas soon as Pete takes his coat off and starts sawing? Yeah, I’m done.
His muscles bunch and contract. It’s hypnotic.
So much so that it takes Pete calling my name a couple of times to get my attention.
Or so he says.
“What?” My gaze snaps up from his arms to his face.
He’s smirking at me. “I said I’m almost done, so hold it steady.”
Oh, the tree.
I grip the top as Pete cuts through the last bit of trunk.
“Finished.”
When he straightens and grins at me, something in my belly flutters.
Oh no.
He’s all pinked-cheeked, hair a tousled mess, and he looks so fucking pleased with himself. I want to grab him and kiss him.
So I do.
We’ve already established that we’re doing this, so why the fuck not?
I grab his fleece with my free hand and tug him towards me. His eyes widen slightly, but he lets me haul him close, eyes dipping to my mouth.
Yeah, we’re on the same page.
