Well, Blissemas starts tomorrow so today I’m getting into the seasonal spirit with a cold snog from Proving Santa Exists which is one of 5 stories featured in A Blisse Christmas Collection.
“Mince pies?” Jonathan looks a little horrified and a lot terrified. My explanation about dried fruit and suet in a pastry case doesn’t seem to alleviate the fear at all.
“You’ll love them.” I reach my hand from the gear stick to his knee. “Trust me.” Squeezing, then lingering, my fingers only leave the warmth of his jean-clad leg when use of the gear stick becomes imperative. Really, it wants to slip higher and higher up his thigh…
I try to focus on the question. I was thinking about sex, but I’m pretty sure Jonathan isn’t asking me about that.
“Erm, well, we’ll need something to eat, then we’ll watch The Muppet Christmas Carol. It’s a tradition, you know. It won’t be properly Christmas until we do. Then, we’ll go to see the Nativity at Tom’s before going on to midnight mass.”
“Just a few things to do then.”
“Aye!” I laugh heartily. “I’ll keep you busy all night long.” I blush as I realise how that might sound. “I certainly hope so,” he replies, a wicked teasing light in his eye, sparkling white in the depth of his Guinness-coloured corneas. I giggle nervously then gasp aloud.
“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” I do a little dance in my car seat, wiggling my hips whilst endeavouring to keep the steering wheel straight. “Oh, goody. I really want a white Christmas.”
“Why, so it is. It’s falling fast, too.” We’re just pulling into my drive, so thankfully I don’t have to drive any farther through the flurries of excited snowflakes.
“I do so love it when it snows!” I dance through the swirling flakes and catch Jonathan’s hand. He twirls around with me, laughing and whooping right along with me. Then he stops twirling and I end up rolling up his arm and bumping into his chest. I am about to apologise when his lips fall onto mine and silence me with a cold but rapidly warming kiss. I melt in his embrace. I wish we didn’t have so many layers between us. I want to feel his skin next to mine. I want to snuggle into him properly, hold him close and make love to him. We pull apart with a gasping pop.
“Better get inside before we turn into snowmen.” He smiles and brushes snowflakes from my cheek. I return the grin and pull him into the house out of the swirling snow.
Fancy reading more? Then pick up your copy of A Blisse Christmas Collection today. I recently had a fab review for the collection:
If you give it a read, I’d be thrilled to see your review too.
And the sweet and sexy season of Blissemas starts tomorrow! Don’t forget to check it out as the Grand prize this year is a Kindle Paperwhite Stuffed with smut and there will be other spot prizes every single day!