“Anytime.” I smile, feeling lighter now I know my best friend is okay. After all, sisters before misters.
“So tell me about this date…”
True to his word, Adam picked a cute little pub a twenty-minute cab ride from the cottage. He asked if I wanted to put something warmer on, noticing my bare legs, but I wasn’t going to let a few inches of snow stop me from taking my Mrs. Claus dress out for a spin! A beautiful dark red fitted bodice, with a knee-length tulle skirt, it’s my favorite Christmas outfit. The only sacrifice I did make was swapping my sparkly heels for a pair of black flats. I don’t want to break my neck in the snow. So I’m Mrs. Claus from the knees up, and more Mr. Claus from the knees down.
Once we’re seated, Adam passes me a menu and orders us a bottle of wine to share. I love how easily we’ve slipped into a rhythm with one another. We no longer seem like strangers. The glow from the candlelight creates an intimate atmosphere, and I warm from the inside out when he reaches over and takes my hand in his across the table.
“You have no idea how hard it is to keep my hands to myself when you’re wearing that dress,” he admits with a groan that has my blood heating. He’s eating me up with his gorgeous eyes, and I can feel the blush spreading over my cheeks.
“Yeah?” I ask, pleased but surprised. He is Mr. Cool, Calm and Collected, I didn’t think I could affect him like he does me. But the lust shining in his captivating eyes is proving me wrong.
“Yeah. But I can’t blame it all on the dress. It’s mainly the woman wearing it. She’s one hell of a Christmas cracker,” he jokes, and I laugh at his cheesy pun.
“That wasn’t one of your best,” I snicker, shaking my head.
Dinner flies by, and before we know it, the restaurant is closing and we need to leave. I can’t believe how long we sat there talking to each other about anything and everything.
Excusing myself to go to the ladies’ room while Adam calls a cab, I reapply my red lipstick and check my reflection in the mirror. The wine combined with the warmth of the restaurant has given my cheeks a pink flush, and I smile at how happy I look. Adam is nothing like anyone I’ve ever dated before. Just sitting across from him has me desperate for his touch. When he talks to me, he makes me feel like I’m the only person who matters, the only person he sees. I’ve never had that before, and I want it. Isn’t that the epitome of irony? I finally found a man that sets me on fire and makes me feel like the most important woman in the universe, and he isn’t looking for commitment. Fate can be a coldhearted bitch.
Making my way back to the cause of my smile, I thank him as he opens my coat for me to slip into. His warm breath on my neck has me leaning in closer, desperate for more of him. I’m like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing it’s bad for me but unable to stop. At this moment, I need every part of him, no matter what the cost.
As he slips his hand into mine, I revel in the sparks that shoot up my arm at his gentle touch. He leads me to exit, and we thank the staff before stepping into the cold night. It’s still light outside, with the streetlights and the light of the moon bouncing off the snow. With the white powder clinging to everything in sight, it’s truly a sight to behold. Our very own winter wonderland.
Adam blows into his hands to warm them, and the simple motion has me licking my lips, my thoughts remembering how his hot breath felt on my skin as he devoured me completely.
Rubbing my hands together to attempt to warm them up, I look around for the car that will take us back home. But there’s no sign of it.
“They said it could take fifteen minutes,” Adam says beside me, slipping his arms around my waist to pull me in close. I soak in his body heat and enjoy the feel of his body wrapped around mine. Looking over the road, I spot a red telephone box, covered in a thick layer of snow. A crazy idea comes to mind, and I pull back to point it out to Adam.
“How about we hide in there until the cab arrives? It’ll give us a bit of shelter from the bite of the wind,” I reason, bouncing up and down on my feet to try and get some warmth back into my bare legs. Adam notices my discomfort and grabs my hand, leading me over to the red box. He gives the handle a firm tug, and a coat of snow falls off, making me giggle. Shaking it off his jacket, he steps inside the small cubicle, pulling me in beside him so that the door closes behind us. It’s not any warmer, but the reprieve from the wind is welcomed.
As he wraps his arms around me again, I lean against his chest and try to relax into his embrace, but I’m too worked up. The heat from his body is only serving as a reminder of how he can set me alight like no other. As sweet as this moment is, I don’t want sweet. I want sinful. I want to feel his skin on mine, feel his breath on me as he loses control. I’m never normally one to instigate, but I can’t help myself—he has me wound so tightly it hurts. I crave him in ways I never thought possible. My whole body is singing for his, desperate for his attention.
Leaning up on tiptoes, I press my lips against his and moan at the taste of him. Wine, chocolate, and pure Adam. He slips a hand into my hair and pulls me closer, devouring me as I slide a hand under his coat and up his chest.
What is it about this man that has me losing all my inhibitions? I run my hand back down his chest, cupping his cock through his pants and grinning when I hear his deep groan.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart,” he whispers as he bites my bottom lip, making me squeeze my thighs together in anticipation of what’s to come. To my left, the snow is covering most of the glass. We’re pretty secluded in here, and no one is around. Before I can overthink the moment, I sink to my knees in front of him, gasping as the cold surface makes contact with my bare skin. When I start to unzip him, he looks down at me in shock before pulling himself together and giving me a sinful smirk.
“You sure?” he asks, helping me to pull his hard cock from his pants. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I need him like oxygen. I want to savor every inch of him in every possible way. It doesn’t matter where or when, I want to devour him completely. And somehow, I don’t think it’ll ever be enough. That my yearning for him will ever be sated.
“God, yes,” I whisper, licking my lips at the sight before me. This is one Christmas present truly worth unwrapping. Taking him in my hand again, I hear his sharp intake of breath at the touch of my frozen fingers. I lean forward and lick his tip, enjoying the salty taste of him as he cups my jaw and lifts my gaze to his, watching as I savor every taste. His eyes darken and his hand tightens in my hair at the feel of my tongue. Wary we’re running out of time, I take him into my mouth, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. His grip tightens again, and I hear him curse as I pull back to the tip, licking over the head of his cock before taking him all the way down again. Savoring every last bit of his addictive taste, I move my hand to gently squeeze his balls as I suck harder and relish the feeling of him losing control for me.
“Fuck, Amelia. If you don’t stop, I’m about to show you a different kind of white Christmas,” he grunts, and I smile around him as I take him deeper and pick up my pace.
Adam groans as his dick hits the back of my throat, and I gag, my eyes watering and my lungs burning. I’m so turned on that it’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to slip my hand into my panties and finish with him.