Today’s Sunday Snog is part of Blissemas in July and so is combined with a Blisse Kiss under the Mistletoe. Not all Sunday Snoggers will be sharing festive snogs but mine is very festive indeed. Remember to comment on all the Snogs today to win an entry into the Blissemas in July Draw to win a $50 All Romance Ebooks voucher. Check here for terms and conditions.
On with the kissing!
Felicity hates Christmas. It reminds her of a traumatic event from her childhood. She thinks the Permanent Christmas shop is tacky, with its windows full of trees and tinsel all year round and would rather it disappeared from her picturesque home town.
When she discovers that Carl, who she lusts over every time she sees him in the tea rooms, is in fact the owner of Ho, Ho, Ho! She’s not quite sure what to think. It takes a sexy meeting in the middle of a fake winter wonderland to make her realise the advantages of Christmas in the middle of summer.
As time passes, Carl and Felicity indulge in more sexy liaisons but as Christmas approaches Felicity doubts whether she is anything more than a sensual distraction for the festive shop owner and when her handsome ex, Sean, sweeps into town on a quest to win her back she finds she has a tough decision to make.
Can Carl and his Christmas cheer win over her hardened heart?
“Are you walking home now?” he asked as I wiped up the few last cake crumbs. “Yeah,” I replied, then lifted my finger to my mouth and licked it. He watched the movement intently.
“Do you mind if I walk with you, then?”
“I don’t mind at all.” I smiled sweetly. He’d never asked to walk me home before. It seemed like an encouraging move. He helped me on with my heavy black coat, tight around the wrist and puffy around the upper arms in typical fifties fashion. The heavy wool fell to my knees and I fastened up the big, shiny buttons and started to feel the warmth.
I pulled on my red, knitted, bucket-style hat, making sure the black and red flower sat to the right of my face, and pulled on the matching red gloves.
“Ready now?” Carl asked, his only concessions to the cold being a heavy-looking ski jacket and a red cotton scarf.
“Yes.” I smiled. “Sorry, I easily get cold in the winter.”
“Then I’d better stand close to you and share my body heat so you don’t freeze,” he replied with a wink. We bid goodbye to Mary, who lifted her thumbs to me as I glanced back over my shoulder once I reached the door. My cheeks flushed and I smiled coyly.
A blast of cold air and tiny flakes of snow hit my face when we left the café.
“Snowing again,” I said, then tutted. We turned our back to the wind and headed towards my home.
“Again,” he said, clasping my hand and pulling me close to him. “It doesn’t seem to have stopped lately.”
Our boots crunched through the new layer of white stuff, illuminated by honeyed street lamps and dancing, chasing Christmas lights. Around us, Christmas glowed. Santas, reindeer, season’s greetings and angels, all lit up, adorned lamp posts and house fronts.
“It’s all very pretty,” I commented to break the silence. “Very Christmassy.”
“Yes,” Carl replied. “I love the festive lights—they lift your mind from the cold and the drudgery of winter and make you think of all things good and warm and loving.”
I looked at him and his smile made me feel all things good and warm and loving. I wanted him—I wanted him then and there, despite the inches of snow and the hard-blowing wind. When we reached my doorway, I stopped.
“Here I am,” I said, redundantly. “Thanks for walking me home.”
I lifted myself onto my tiptoes to kiss him. He bent as he kissed me back so that my feet were in contact with the floor again, even if the rest of me soared away with the arousal that coursed through my veins. Snowflakes melted on our cheeks during our deep kiss. Our lips didn’t stop moving, our arms joined us together, wrapping us in a cocoon of desire where we barely noticed the noise of the wind whipping past. Finally we parted, just to take a quick, shuddering breath. I realised how cold my toes were and gasped.
“Would you like to come in for a bit?”
Who knew such a proposition could be put into such simple words. “Yeah,” he replied. “Why not?”
The door opened eventually. I don’t know if all the shaking was down to the cold or if some of it related to my nerves at bringing Carl into my home. It was clean, at least—I knew that, as I’d given it a good tidy round last night. My mum told me a girl should never live with chaos around her, as eventually it would seep into her soul. It was one thing I’d actually paid attention to.
We paused in the hall to remove our outer layers. Carl was free of his before I’d even taken off my hat! He came over to help me. Gently, he pulled one glove then the other from my hands. The rest of me was still fully clothed, but just revealing the pink of my fingers seemed so intimate. My heart thumped as he stood close and undid the buttons on my coat.
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