Rosemary & Mistletoe

“I want to dance with you, Felix.” She slide her hands over his jean clad thighs and bit her bottom lip. “I’ll need you to feed me soon, but first . . . just one more dance? It’s been so long.”

“Just a few months.” Putting his hand under her chin, he stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “But you know very well I can’t say no to you. Have a drink with me and we’ll hit the dance floor for a slow song.”

“All right.” She giggled as he spun her around and then picked her up to perch on his lap. Thankfully he kept her facing the bar or she would have flashed her crotchless red thong at Friday night crowd. And with all those men out there the lust would—Stop. What’s the matter with you?

“Why so tense?” Felix whispered against her cheek as she took a sip of the sweet, coffee liquor. His lips caught her delicate earlobe and tugged gently before moving down the column of her throat. “I can take care of you, you know.”

“I know.” She shivered as a cool sensation followed another sip. A peppermint flavour slipped over her tongue, distracting her. “Hey, what is this?”

“A Black Santa.” Leaning around her, Felix picked up his own glass and took a few hearty gulps. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “To celebrate the winter solstice.”

“Ah.” Rosemary drank a bit more, then tilted her head in thought. “It’s more a special day for Shiloh and Kurt though, right?”

Felix shrugged and his lips returned to her throat. “Probably.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to Christmas.” She dug her nails into her palms and gulped back a moan as her skin heated up in response to the soft manipulation of Felix’s mouth. “This will be our first as a complete nest.”

“Uh huh.” His hand flattened over her stomach, gliding up as he repositioned her so her butt cheeks framed his erection. He stroked the underside of her breasts with his fingers and chuckled when her breath caught. “Why are you trying to hold yourself back from me, lover? It’s not going to work.”