Bet on a Mistletoe (8 page)

     
She
wanted him. There was no doubt about that, but did she want to put her heart on
the line where he was concerned, again?

     
Richard
heard the knock at the door. Setting his mug down on the counter he turned off
the eye before heading to the living room. Max stood up from his place by the
stove.

     
“Well,
Max, looks like we’ve got company.”

     
Max
gave a soft bark.

     
“Maybe
it’s some beautiful snow bunny,” he rubbed his dog’s head.

     
Opening
the door, he saw who stood there and said, “Merry Christmas to me.”

     
Lorna
smiled and his heart beat firm in his chest. He loved the light sparkling in
her brown eyes and the curl of her full lips. Lorna was beautiful no matter how
he looked at her.

     
“The
snow is clogging the roads. This was the first house I came upon.”

     
“Thank
God for snow.” He and Max stepped back so she could come in.

     
This
time she giggled. “Do you mind if I stay here until Mr. Julian comes through?”

     
“Be my
guest, please.” He helped her out of her jacket. “I was just about to have some
cocoa, would you like some?”

     
“Is it
your mom’s recipe from the restaurant?”

     
“I
don’t know how to make it any other way.”

     
“I have
perfected the packet.” She still stood by the door and fidgeted with her hands.
He wondered if she was nervous around him. Maybe that kiss had set her off
balance as it did him.

     
Max
used that moment to bump against her thigh.

     
“Wow,
Max you have really gotten big.” Kneeling down in front of the golden retriever
she stroked him behind the ears. “You’re all grown up now, boy.”

     
He
watched Max’s eyes close as if he was in paradise. His dog had a heart for
Lorna since he was a puppy. He use to take Max to the lake in high school and
his dog would find her out of the masses every time.

     
“Why
don’t you have a seat on the couch and Max will keep you company while I get
the drinks.”

     
“Do you
mind if I use your phone? So, I can call my parents?”

     
“Sure.
You’re parents are probably worried, they should know your safe from the
storm.”

     
Leading
the way deeper into his front room, Richard showed her to the chair by the
phone.

     
While
she called her parents, Max laid his chin on her lap as she idly stroked his
head.

     
Richard
went into the kitchen for the drinks. He’d only returned an hour ago from the
restaurant.

     
They
only opened for breakfast and lunch on Christmas Eve and closed on Christmas.
If he’d delayed in town he would have been stuck and missed this time with
Lorna. That he would have regretted.

     
The
fact that he had Lorna in his house alone was making his heart and mind race.
He’d dreamed about this moment so often he wanted to pinch himself to ensure it
was real.

     
Placing
the mugs on a serving tray, he topped them with whipped cream and set a saucer
with four molasses cookies beside them. He went into his pantry and collected
the last item and put it on the tray under a pile of napkins.

     
“The
house is beautiful. My dad told me about you and your father building it a few
years ago.” She commented when he entered the living room.

     
She was
standing before the fire place staring at the pictures of his family on the
mantel.

     
“Thanks.
I didn’t think it would ever be done. I’m glad you like it. I’m pretty proud of
the finished product.” He set the tray down and waited for her to join him.

     
Crossing
the room, she sat down hesitantly on the couch and picked up a mug. He settled
beside her, leaving about a foot of space between them. It was more than he
wanted to leave, but he noticed her anxiousness.

     
“I’ll
give you a tour later.”

     
“I’d
like that.” She cupped her hand around her mug and sipped.

     
They
drank in companionable silence and gazed into the fire. As usual, Max opted for
sleep in front of the fireplace over visiting with company.

     
Shifting
his body, Richard turned toward Lorna. “About the other night…”

     
“Glad
you brought that up. I should have thanked you for helping me get gifts to my
parents.”

     
Continuing
to babble, she said, “If I’d known this was your house, I would’ve brought the
presents in so you could see them. The Huntley’s did a great job.”

     
“Lorna.”

     
She
stopped talking and stared at him. He wasn’t sure what got her attention,
whether it was hearing her name or his hand on her thigh.

     
Her
eyes met his briefly before they lowered to his hand.

     
He
noticed the rise and fall of her breast. “Lorna, I wasn’t talking about the
money, but everything else.”

     
She captured
him with those brown eyes again. “There’s nothing to talk about. I think we
both got a little carried away in the moment. No big deal.”

     
He
lifted the hand on her lap and cupped her face admiring the light and dark
contrast of their skin. “You’re wrong. I didn’t get carried away in a moment.
I’m not seventeen anymore.”

     
She
stared at him, appearing unsure of his words.
“Seventeen?”

     
“The
first time I kissed you.”

     
“How’d
you discover it was me?” Her gaze searched his.

     
Leaning
over, he set his cup down and plucked the napkin off the tray and lifted the
small package that was hiding underneath.

     
“Sugarplums.”
A smile stretched her thick lips. “Those are
my fav--”

     
“Favorite.
I know.” Opening the cellophane he pulled out one
of the purple sugary treats.

     
She
placed her drink on the tray. “When I got home I was happy to see your
families’ restaurant still made them.”

     
“All year around.
I made sure of that.”

     
“For me?”
Her words were soft almost shy.

     
“Yes.
We had something between us since that day in the forest, Lorna, and I’ve
wanted nothing else but to explore that since then.”

     
“Richard.”

     
Using
his free hand, he guided the sweet treat across her lips.

     
They
parted and her tongue sneaked out and caught the crystal trail causing him to
groan. He returned the other way and she did it again.

     
“Let me
kiss you, Lorna.”

     
“Yes,”
she whispered, leaning towards him.

     
“Understand
this, my sugarplum fairy. I won’t stop until I’ve kissed you everywhere, tasted
every inch of your delicious body. Are you prepared for that?”

     
“Yes.”

     
Pressing
the oval shaped candy to her lips, he requested, “Lick it.”

     
Without
question, her tongue came out and began to swirl around the tip. Around and
around it went until the top half of the candy was shiny and wet, and he was
close to coming in his pants. He couldn’t help imagine how her tongue would
look circling the tip of his cock.

     
Unable
to take one more delicious moment without tasting her, he tossed the candy plum
on the napkin and kissed her. She was a blended delicacy, sugar coated Lorna.
Capturing her tongue he pulled it into his mouth. He didn’t know how long the
kiss went on and he didn’t care. The only thing he concentrated on was
pleasuring her.

     
When
she sighed, he moved from her succulent mouth and dragged his tongue along the
side of her neck. They warred with each other’s clothes. He was excited to know
that she was just as turned on as he was. Thankful he wasn’t going to be
brought to his knees begging her.

     
As
their tops landed on the floor, he said, “Your breasts are beautiful. My
imagination didn’t do them justice.” He palmed the perky twins in his hands,
coated with ginger and topped with plump raisins.

     
“You
dreamed of what my breast would look like?”

     
“Sugarplum,
there isn’t an inch of your body I haven’t fantasized about or a position I
haven’t thought of us in.” He flicked his thumbs over her nipples.

     
She
quivered.
“Really?”
Her eyes lowered to his hands.
“Which position was your favorite?”

     
“Remove
your pants and I’ll show you.”

     
Her
gaze seized his as she stood up from the couch. First one boot came off, then
the other. She slowly began to unfasten her jeans.

     
Richard
stared into her eyes before lowering to the movement of her hands. The zipper
slid down, revealing the slight curve of her abdomen to his sight, he loved her
body. She pushed her pants and bikini briefs down, and then stepped out of
them.

     
“You’re
gorgeous, Lorna.” Rising he moved toward her and cupped her breast again, then
lowered them down her sides, brushed the back of his hand across the small
triangle of brown hair covering her sex. He continued to her firm thighs and
back up.
“Breathtaking and beautiful.”

     
He
kissed her again. Passionately taking control of her mouth the way he planned
to do to her sex.

     
Both of
them were breathing hard when they parted.

     
Stepping
to the mantle he removed something from the top.

     
Escorting
Lorna back to the couch he instructed her to sit as he dropped to his knees
before her, placing the small holiday plant on her abdomen.

     
“Mistletoe?”

     
“I do
believe we didn’t quite finish our bet. I’d hate for someone to call the kiss
into question.”

     
He took
note of the passion flaring in her eyes as she clearly understood his
intentions. Grabbing her knees, he separated her thighs, wide. Sliding his
hands up her legs he delighted in the sight of her plump pussy lips glistening
with her juices. Like a flower in the spring time she was in full bloom, her
petals open to him with her stiff stem displayed and filled with nectar
awaiting him.

     
Bowing
his head, he inhaled the mouth watering scent, Lorna. Nothing was equal. The
other night at the restaurant, he’d caught a slight hint of her scent kneeling
before her, but it was nothing compared to this.

     
Without
any further hesitation he tasted her. He took a leisure exploration of her sex
with his tongue from ass to clit. Slipping through her cream, he made love to
her with his mouth. Circling and tapping the stiff nub, he created a rhythm.

     
She
thrust her hips upward and fisted his hair. He didn’t slack in his
determination to bring the beautiful woman to ecstasy. He stroked her slit,
suckled her clit, and drove his tongue deep into her cunt loving the feel of
her walls squeezing around him.

     
Licking
her plump lips, he returned to the seat of her desire taking it into his mouth
as his slid one then two fingers inside her. She bucked against his face and
her legs trembled as she moaned.

     
Sensing
how close she was to coming, Richard continued his oral assault showing her no
mercy.

     
Slipping
his fingers from her body, he fondled her, coating her ass with her wetness.

     
She
stilled for a moment. He continued licking up and down her labia and caressing
the forbidden hole, lubricating her entrance with her own juices.

     
“Richard.”
she whispered, breathless and curious.

     
Pushing
passed the opening with a single digit, he stroked her.