Page 89 of My Favorite Holidate
“Like I said, I’m very, very sorry I was such a dick.”
She swallows roughly, then leans forward, cupping my cheeks. “You were a total ass.”
Then, she kisses me, and I think I might die of lust right now.
But there’s a knock on the door and her sister’s voice, like bells saying, “We’re heading to town. The snowball competition is in an hour. Let’s go!”
We wrench apart, and I’m breathless and dizzy. Her chest is heaving. My dick is a flagpole in my jeans. She shudders out a breath and says to Charlotte through the door, “Coming.” Then she looks at me and smiles, too amused as she whispers, “That’s what she said.”
And I laugh. “She sure did.”
She brushes her palms down her sweatshirt and fluffs out her hair. But her lips are bee-stung, and her cheeks are flushed. Good. I hope everyone knows what I did to her. She lifts a finger my way. “Don’t think this means our argument is over.”
I battle a smirk. “Yeah. I figured you liked fighting.”
“I did.”
Did.
But we can’t keep doing it. Or it’ll feel too real for me. “It’s good practice. It makes everything more believable.”
“It does.”
“And now we’ve practiced,” I say, crisply.
She’s nodding too, adamant, on board with the plan. “We should be…good to go? Unless you want me to…” She doesn’t finish—just lets her gaze drift down my body, landing on the outline of my hard-on.
I breathe out roughly. I want that more than nearly anything. But I’d be so fucked then. “We don’t really have time now,” I say in a non-answer.
“Right, but that’s not what I meant.”
“I know, honey,” I say, facing her and her question head-on. “I do, but I don’t want to get…addicted. To practice.”
“Sure. Of course,” she says, nodding. A ghost of a smile shifts her lips. “Just so you know, I haven’t had orgasms like the ones you’ve given me in a long time.”
My brow furrows. “Through oral?”
She shakes her head. “From another person.”
Oh.
Oh.
I shouldn’t ask the next thing, but I do it anyway. “How long?”
She shrugs. “Before the other day on your desk…it was more than a year.”
I flash her a smug smile. “Good thing you threw all those glitter dicks at my face then,” I say, “so you can truly experience how a man should treat a woman.”
She laughs. “It really is.”
I rise, look down at her. I should walk off, but I can’t help myself. I need to crow about one more thing. “By the way, I was right.”
“About what?” she asks, her eyes still a little foggy.
I take my time, lick the corner of my lips. “You taste fucking delicious.”
Then, I turn away from her as she pops up and rushes for her suitcase. I head to the en suite bathroom, where I remind myself that once is all I’ll allow.