Page 10 of The Holiday Set Up

But now he’s not asleep, and he’s touching me and lighting me up like the fourth of July or better yet, Christmas morning…but with sexy feels.

His breath cascades across my neck, and I can’t help my small gasp or the flooding going on in my panties.

“Now, the sprinkles.” His tone is low, and my body doesn’t miss the contact of his lips on my cheek. It was just a soft graze as the words rolled from his mouth to my skin, but I could break glass with my nipples right now.

I pick up a small pinch of sprinkles and scatter them in the batter, and he takes a picture, his body never leaving the comfort of mine. When I’m done mixing, I look up at him for direction, only to find our faces inches apart. His eyes are dark, matching the need I feel, and without overthinking it, I push up on my toes and lock my lips to his.

I physically feel his quick intake of breath, but then, as I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, he seems to melt into me. He cups my face and pushes his fingers into my hair. It’s even better than I remember, and as our kiss deepens, his moan reverberates inside my mouth, causing me to smile so big it breaks our connection.

“Gosh, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” I admit, finally letting my feet fall flat on the ground.

“Me too.”

“Would it be too forward if I asked if you wanted to come upstairs?” I ask nervously.

His smirks down at me, and seconds later, he easily hauls me up against his titan-like body and plops my ass on the counter. That’s another first for me. I love the way he’s more than capable of manhandling me, so strong and sure. The anticipation of what’s coming makes me more eager than I ever thought possible.

Our hands roam, and I attack his neck, peppering kisses and biting gently just to get a reaction out of him. He likes it and groans at me as his hands find the hem of my nightgown. My tongue runs up a vein, and he snaps like a caveman.

Suddenly he’s ripping my shirt off and tossing it to the floor, and although he seems to like what he sees, it’s broad daylight in my bright kitchen, and I’m fully displaying all my imperfections which has me feeling a little less horny and a lot more self-conscious.

“Hey,” he says, pulling me into his arms and wrapping me in a protective hug. “I’m sorry if I was rushing you. You just so happened to hit a button I didn’t realize I had,” he laughs lightly, and I realize he thinks I thought he was rushing.

“I don’t think you were rushing. I feel the exact same way, and I love knowing I can turn you on like that.”

He backs up just enough to look me in the eye.

“What is it then?” He asks gently.

“I was just hoping we could go upstairs; you know where it’s not so bright,” I bite my lip and press my boobs into his chest so he can’t look down at all my other goods out in the open. I’m wearing full butt undies, but still. I’m a tall and curvy woman, and with that comes a lot of things I would love to change about myself. Not my fullness, but maybe the dimples on my thighs or maybe...

“If you would be more comfortable, I will take you upstairs and worship you for hours, happily taking my time kissing every inch of you until you want more.”

“Mmm,” I moan.

“Or I could lay you out right here on the counter, kiss, lick, and eat you covered in all this sweet sugar until you come in my mouth.”

“Holy shit.” I feel winded like I can’t catch my breath, panting against his lips, wanting it all but especially wanting it dirty. “Then what?”

He tucks a wild curl behind my ear and looks into my eyes like he can see right through me. Like he’s the first man to really see me, all of me, and still want all I have.

“Whatever you want, Blair, wherever you want it. We can stop, we can just play, this is your call, just know that I’m not a man who has flings. I’m a man who takes this kind of intimacy very seriously. If I take you, I’ll make you mine.”

I swallow hard. All my fears evaporate with that statement, and I attack his mouth. Kissing him with all of me. His impossibly large hands grab my butt cheeks as he groans.

“I want to be yours, Oliver. I want all of you if you’ll have all of me.”

“Baby, I want it all with you.”

Our lips meet again, and soon he’s trailing down to my breasts but jerks upright so fast it startles me.

“I have to tell you something I’m legally not supposed to tell you.”

“Um, that doesn’t sound good,” I say with a raised eyebrow.

“Promise not to tell a soul, and I’ll tell you. I have to tell you.”

“I promise. I won’t tell anyone. I swear.”