“Yep.” I stop mid-step as I see what’s stuck over his front door. “Was that there this morning?”
“What?” Pete walks over to stand next to me and huffs when he sees it. “No, it wasn’t.” He shakes his head, seeming more exasperated than cross. “Sadie,” he mutters. “Must’ve stopped by on her way to the supermarket. She obviously thinks she’s funny.”
Or that we need a push in the right direction. “Does she always try and...” Set you up? Get you laid? I really don’t want to say it.
Thankfully I don’t have to.
“No.” Pete’s quick to shake his head. “She says I need to have more fun. I think this is her way of helping me get it.”
“I seem to remember we implied it was a done deal.”
He hums. “That’s true.”
And yet we’re still outside in the cold. And I know it’s down to me.
Pete glances up at the mistletoe and then back at me.
And the tension from before returns tenfold.
“Well, then,” I murmur, unlocking the front door and pushing it open. “Might as well make use of it.”
“Yeah?” Pete checks in with me while edging closer.
“Yeah.”
Tree forgotten, he pulls me to him and kisses me. Strong arms wrap around my back, and I could get used to feeling all that strength surrounding me. With no one around to worry about, this kiss is a far cry from the one he gave me at the tree farm. It’s still deep and slow, but there’s an underlying urgency, a raw desperate need that wasn’t there last time. His fingers slide into my hair, tilting me to where he wants me, as he walks me inside and up against the nearest wall.
His body presses against mine, connecting us from thigh to chest, and even as bundled up as we are, it’s glorious.
If this is the reaction mistletoe evokes, I’m all for hanging it everywhere.
Gone are any lingering nerves. I want to stay in this moment and kiss him until I’m out of breath, but I also want to drag him upstairs and get him naked.
Decisions, decisions.
When he finally pulls back for air, he rests his forehead against mine. “What do you want to do?”
“You.” It pops out before my brain can engage, butmeh. It’s not a lie. I laugh softly. “That was supposed to stay in my head.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Yeah.”
His hands cup my jaw, tilting my head up so he can meet my gaze. “Do you want to come upstairs with me?”
God, even his voice is sexy. It washes over me, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Yes.” What other answer is there? I don’t care that I’m leaving soon. I don’t care that it’s going to hurt when I have to go. That’s a problem for future me.
The only thing on my mind now is Pete, and what we’re about to do.
With our coats and boots in a heap on the hallway floor, he takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. Any other time I’d be curious to see what his house looks like, but it could be fallingdown around us and I wouldn’t notice. Not when I’m faced with the perfection that is Pete’s arse in a snug pair of jeans.
He tugs me into his bedroom, turning as we get through the door, and kisses me. There’s that urgency again, a promise ofmore,and I’m a little rougher in the way I grab his shoulders and pull him close. He moans into the kiss, grabbing handfuls of my arse and hoisting me up so I can wrap my legs around him.
Fuck me, I’m not a small bloke, but Pete lifts me like I weigh nothing. Wasn’t sure I’d be into that, but when he walks me over to the bed and drops me onto it, every part of me is on board.
He follows me down, settling between my spread thighs. “This okay?” He punctuates that question with a slow, dirty grind of his hips, and it takes me a moment before I can answer.
“Mhmm.”
