Page 84 of Chasing Kaylee Kringle

Kaylee shook her head. “Stop. I get the metaphor. If you really like me that much, then why were you out with Ashlee?”

“I told you she was helping me with a craft project.”

“What craft project?”

“Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but—” He crossed the room and picked up the poster board, flicking on the light switch. It was a picture of Elvis, and the poster read I’ll have a blue Christmas if you don’t go to the dance with me.

“Is that a Christmas dance proposal?”

“Yes, and Josie thought you’d like it, and I figured it would mark off another thing on your list.”

“Have a romantic moment,” she whispered.

“Yeah, I know it’s cheesy and corny, and I just didn’t know what else to do to make you forgive me because I want you to forgive me so badly, Kaylee.”

Kaylee’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “It is romantic and cheesy and corny, and I love it.” Her gaze lifted to meet his. “So, you don’t like Ashlee?”

“No, we just talked. And I wasn’t the one holding someone else’s hand tonight.”

Kaylee scoffed. “He took me in and out of the ice cream shop because he knew you were in there and I was bothered.”

“Is that why he called you ‘babe’?” he muttered darkly.

“He was messing with you,” Kaylee said, her smile bright, and it chased away his black thoughts. “He’s a good guy, and he knows he and I are just friends.”

“And what about us?” Rick said, crossing the room and reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. He held out the poster to her, and she took it with both hands. “Are we just friends?”

“Is that what you want us to be ?” she asked.

“No, not even a little bit,” he said.

Rick took the poster from her and set it on top of the dresser on the right side of the room before cupping her face, his gaze boring into hers. “I want to be everything to you.”

She sucked in a breath seconds before his mouth closed over hers, and he kissed her slowly, his tongue seeking entrance and lightly playing with hers. He continued kissing her in sweet strokes until her hands were pulling on his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Kaylee whispered.

“I thought you wanted me to go slow,” he said.

“What?”

“On Sunday, you said that I went too fast and I needed to slow down.”

“I didn’t mean it,” she said.

“Still, I like to do what I’m told will make you happy.”

Kaylee’s hands reached for his pants, slipping the belt loose from its buckle. “What will make me happy is for you to beg me.”

Rick lost the ability to breathe for a moment as she sank to her knees in front of him, loosening his belt and popping the button on his jeans. She dragged his zipper down slowly, her gaze meeting his. The exquisite torture of undressing him was driving him insane, but he had a feeling she knew that, and he refused to tell her to hurry up.

“The last time we did this, you had to be in control,” she murmured.

“I like to be in control,” he said.

“I think you’ll like this, too.” She grabbed the top of his jeans and dragged them down his legs until they stopped at his ankles, trapping him. Kaylee took hold of his boxers and removed the last obstacle between her and his rock-hard cock. When he stood straight, his dick was right in front of her face, and he waited with bated breath for her to take him, to touch him, to wrap those gorgeous, lush lips around him and suck him inside her mouth until his knees went weak.

Oh fucking hell.