“I can’t wait.”
With that, she pushes my chest slightly, and I move to the side. She saunters past, her hips swiveling in a mesmerizing rhythm.
She glances over her shoulder, giving me the first smile I’ve seen on her face. It makes my dicks throb in my pants.
Oh Holly, I want you to jingle my bells all night long.
CHAPTER 7
HOLLY
Thankfuckthe snow has finally stopped.
The past hour of lingering, fiery glances and stolen, electrifying touches nearly had me dragging Felix to a supply closet a number of times. My restraint persevered, though.
Now, we’re both practically jumping out of my car the moment it’s parked in my driveway. I lead him up the few front steps, trying not to scramble to get my keys out of my purse.
As soon as the lock to the front door clicks, I whirl around, wrapping one arm around the back of Felix’s neck and pulling him down.
His lips crash into mine, a long overdue sensation. While his lips are soft, the kiss is rough.
Demanding.
Borderlineneedy.
That split tongue of his slips into my mouth, instantly dominating mine. There isn’t even a battle, though in this case, I wouldn’t want to win it.
With my free hand, I turn the doorknob, and we stumble inside my front hall. His hands grip my waist, and we turn, not breaking the kiss even for a second.
Once the door is closed, I’m suddenly lifted from the ground. It was so effortless on his part, I almost want to ask him to do it again.
I wrap my legs around him, a fire igniting every inch of my skin as it touches his.
He breaks the kiss, pulling my bottom lip gently between his teeth before releasing, asking breathlessly, “Which way?”
“Upstairs…” The word is muffled as I wrap my arms around the back of his neck again, pressing my lips to his again.
We ascend the stairs quickly, not a single falter in his steps. The only room with an open door is mine, so hopefully he can figure that out.
He does, laying me onto my bed. His lips leave mine, his kisses trailing to my jaw, then my neck.
Instinctively, my hands travel upward to wrap into his hair—only his hair isn’t hair. It’s a bunch of snakes. I had briefly forgotten that detail.
They slither around my fingers, but rather than being irritated by my intrusion, they seem drawn to my touch. I oddly enjoy the sensation of their cool, scaley texture, gripping them gently.
Felix pulls off of my neck, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders. My fingers fall from his snakes, and they let out tiny hisses—hopefully to him, not me.
“You are so gorgeous,” he says breathlessly, shaking his head at me.
I roll my eyes, but my cheeks flame. He pushes off of the bed, standing at the edge. Slowly, he removes his opened jacket, letting it fall to the floor.
Maybe it’s finally time for my private dance.
I sprawl out on the bed, letting my eyes graze over him slowly. He isshredded, with arms bigger than Hercules and abs that go on for days.
The best part might just be the deep V that leads to his unfortunate red pants—or maybe because he’sallthat man, but with such a cute face.
He slides the suspenders off of his massive shoulders, letting them hang slack at his sides. Holy, he is justso hot.
