Let It Snow

by Kristie Leigh

  “Yes!” I hissed like a teenage boy who’d just gotten his way.

  “Slow your roll, Mr. Moore. When exactly do you propose I make this move?”

  “Tomorrow,” I said hopefully as I winced in anticipation.

  “What? Are you nuts? I hadn’t even planned on leaving any time soon. I haven’t said my goodbyes.” She sounded a little frustrated.

  “Don’t worry. I’m sure my mom will understand.” I tried to sound upbeat.

  “Oh, right,” she said, the sarcasm dripping from her words.

  “She would. My mother is very understanding. But I know this is all really sudden, so think it over. In the meantime, I have something for you.”

  “Oh God, I’m not sure I can handle a surprise right now. However, I’m curious by nature, so what is it?”

  I pulled a box out of my pocket and handed it to her. She placed her cup of tea on the coffee table before taking it from me.

  “Merry Christmas,” I said before holding my breath in hopes she’d like it.

  She looked up at me through her long lashes. “What have you done this time? I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to keep up with you.” She opened the box, and the gasp that escaped her throat was like music to my ears.

  “Sullivan.” She covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh my God. This must have cost you a fortune.” She lifted it out of the box. “When did you even find the time to get this?”

  I grinned happily. “I got it the day we were at the mall when I disappeared for a bit. I saw the necklace as we were walking. I remembered how much Granny loved the snow, and you seemed to love it, too. So, I had to get it. Do you like it?”

  “It’s beautiful. Of course, I do; I love it.” She couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off the diamond-snowflake necklace.

  She looked up at me. “I guess this means I really have to move with you now, huh?”

  We both laughed.

  “Could you put it on for me, please?” She held it out as she turned around. I brushed her hair out of the way and put the chain around her neck, my hand lingering on her nape.

  “Thank you.” She turned around, her hand caressing the snowflake where it lay on her chest. “This means so much to me.” She reached out and pulled me in for a hug, which I reciprocated immediately.

  Having her in my arms was quickly becoming my favorite thing in the whole world.

  MELISSA

  It’d been five days since I’d moved to Port Colborne with Sullivan. I wasn’t sure about moving so fast, but after talking to Susan, she was over the moon for me and agreed that it was a great idea. I had someone pack up my most of my things and ship it after we’d left, so that was stress-free.

  We’d been having a lot of fun together. He seemed to have enjoyed showing me around the city. I couldn’t have asked for a better vacation following Granny’s death.

  I’d fallen hard for Sullivan but hadn’t dared let it show. Well, at least, I hoped I hadn’t been wearing my heart on my sleeve because my heart couldn’t handle another loss.

  There were times I thought he saw me as a woman, and the way he looked at me spoke volumes. But then there were times where I felt like he was seeing me as a little girl that needed help finding her way in life. Occasionally, I just wanted to take the leap of faith and tell him how I felt about him, but I couldn’t garner up enough courage to do it. Things were perfect, and I didn’t want to lose what we had, even though I wanted more.

  It was December thirty-first, and I couldn’t wait for tonight; I hadn’t been to a real New Year’s Eve party before, and Sullivan had invited me to come along to his friend’s place. We’d gone dress shopping a couple of days ago since I didn’t have anything fancy enough. The dress he helped me pick out was beyond stunning. The look on Sullivan’s face when I walked out of the changeroom was all I needed to know it was the one.

  While he was at work today, he’d arranged for me to get my hair and nails done. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spent a whole day on myself, and it was even more special since Sullivan had planned it.

  I’d been so eager to leave that I was ready early. Sullivan, on the other hand, took forever. I’d never dated long enough to experience this, but I swore it was common knowledge that men took less time to get ready.

  “Hey, Sullivan! Why don’t you continue taking your sweet-ass time, and we might make it just before the ball to drop.” I swear he took longer than any woman I knew.

  I stood in his bedroom, staring at myself in the mirror; I had to admit, I cleaned up well. He stepped out of the bathroom, looking smoking hot in his crisp, white dress shirt and bow tie.

  “It’s kind of ironic that you took all this time, yet you stand there looking like it was effortless. Men.” I shook my head as he laughed.

  “Very funny, Ms. Addison.” He grabbed his jacket off the chaise lounge in the corner before putting it on. Standing before me, he paused. “You are stunning.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek, lingering a little longer than expected but not long enough.

  My insides clenched at the smell of his cologne. I’m sure I was flushed all over when he pulled away.

  He put his elbow out for me to take. “We should really hurry before we’re late.”

  I rolled my eyes since I’d been telling him that very same thing for over an hour now, but I wasn’t about to waste my breath.

  We exited the elevator into the lobby. “Ah, right on time.” Sullivan squeezed my hand.

  I looked up to see a limousine pull up, he’d gone all out for the occasion.

  There was a bit of traffic, so it took us longer than expected to get there. We arrived at a large gate, and were allowed access quickly. The driveway was long and winding, and the house was stunning. I’d seen some big houses over the years, but this was something you’d see in one of those gossip magazines that a celebrity lived in.

  Walking into that house, I was in awe. This wasn’t a party; it was an entire affair. I wasn’t sure that anyone could ever top this. When Adrian threw a party, he really threw a party. The food and wine were over the top and utterly delicious.

  We’d had assigned seating for the party and were seated with three other couples. Although I knew we weren’t a couple, tonight, I’d decided I could live in a fantasy world and make-believe.

  We’d talked and laughed, enjoying the food and drinks. Sullivan kept his arm over the back of my chair and constantly showered me with attention, making it easy to play the part of his girlfriend for the night. I ate so much I was surprised my dress didn’t burst at the seams.

  I was leaving the restroom and was stopped by a beautiful woman who introduced herself as Samantha. I remembered Sullivan mentioning his secretary’s name. We talked for a minute, and while she seemed nice enough, I couldn’t help but wonder if Samantha was staking her claim. I didn’t let it get to me. Tonight was my night with Sullivan, and I wouldn’t let anyone or anything ruin it. I excused myself when I eyed Sullivan over her shoulder, who was motioning for me.

  He reached out as I approached. “Dance with me?”

  I took his hand, and he led me to the dance floor. “Like I’d ever deny you.”

  Something in his expression lit up as his arms wrapped around me and the rest of the world melted away. We stared into each other’s eyes as we moved around the dance floor. No one else mattered in that moment.

  Our trance was broken by everyone around us counting down, but we stayed in each other’s arms as they shouted down from ten.

  We both joined in. “Five, four, three, two, one. Happy New Year.”

  Sullivan looked down at my lips and back up, and I tilted my head in answer. He leaned in slowly and gave me a peck on the lips before pulling back. My heart broke, knowing that that was all I’d get. He rested his forehead on mine and stared at me before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He then surprised me, leaning in again, pressing his lips back to mine. The spark I’d felt every time he touched me was magnified when our mouths met. The kiss was like nothi
ng I’d ever experienced. It was soft yet frantic all at the same time. His hand ran through my hair and gripped the back of my head. Meanwhile, his other hand drew me closer, leaving no space between us. We were both careful not to take it too far in front of a room full of people, but it took all my willpower to resist.

  Someone cleared their throat, bringing us back to reality. “Do you mind taking it to a room or something?” Adrian laughed.

  We reluctantly looked away from each other and over at Sullivan’s friend. My face must have been a million shades of red. I wanted to ask Sullivan what that was and if it meant something or if we just got caught up in the moment.

  Sullivan reached down and took my hand. “Sorry, we got a little carried away.”

  My stomach sank at his words, but I tried not to show it. “Yeah, sorry.” I tried to pull my hand from his, but he gripped me tightly.

  He leaned down and whispered. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Looking up at him, I tried to read his expression. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he had lust in his eyes. I didn’t say a word, just shrugged.

  He reached out his free hand to Adrian. “Thanks so much for having us. We’re going to head out now.”

  I whipped my head up with questioning eyes, but he didn’t look my way. I didn’t want to go home. My stomach churned at the thought that we’d ruined the friendship we’d built over the last couple of weeks.

  We made our rounds quickly as Sullivan said short goodbyes, not once letting go of my hand. I felt like I was going to hurl.

  The drive back to his place was silent and awkward, but I was glad for it. I wouldn’t even know what to say. Although I didn’t want to ruin what we had, I couldn’t even be sorry for the kiss. It was amazing. My insides burned thinking about it again. I crossed my legs to try to ease some of the pressure between my thighs, but it didn’t help. As much as I shouldn’t, I wanted Sullivan, but more than anything, I wanted him to want me back.

  We rode the elevator in continued silence. Once inside the apartment, Sullivan locked the door behind us. I went to walk away, but he turned to me, eyes blazing and pinned me against the door. My heart pounded, completely unsure of which way this would go. With my back against the door, I had nowhere to go. He placed one hand on the door beside my head, and with the other, he ran his finger down the side of my face, continuing it to trail down my side. Finally, his hand slipped inside the slit of my dress and rested on my thigh. I was panting like I’d never been touched before, but if I were honest, I’d never been touched like this. I’d never felt like this.

  Sullivan slowly leaned in, his lips a breath away from mine. “Tell me now if you want me to stop.”

  I couldn’t form a word, so I shook my head in response.

  “I need to hear it, Missy. Do you want this?” His voice was gravelly and oh so sexy.

  I managed to breathe out, “Yes.”

  He wasted no time. He took my mouth with his, and I opened for him, our tongues danced together, and it was unadulterated perfection. Every stroke and movement of our lips was slow and deliberate. This was happening.

  His hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me up before pulling away. “Do you think we should take this upstairs?”

  Too caught up in the moment to formulate words that might ruin the mood, all I could do was nod. He didn’t waste a second. Sullivan carried me to the bedroom, climbing the stairs quickly with me in his arms. My heart was thumping, and I wanted to scream at him to go faster. I wanted to feel him inside me, and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I’d already waited forever.

  He slowly lowered me down and undid the zipper of my dress. It fell to the floor in a puddle at my feet, and I stood there completely nude. He stared at me with a questioning gaze.

  “The dress looked better without undergarments, and I hadn’t thought anyone would see me.” I shrugged. I tried to cover myself, but Sullivan gripped my hands.

  “Don’t hide from me.” He let go of my wrists and stepped back, taking in every inch of my body. “You’re…exquisite, gorgeous…perfect.”

  I had always been self-conscious, even though I worked out regularly and took care of myself. But the way he was looking at me made me feel like I was all those things and more. I felt empowered.

  I stepped forward. “You’re way overdressed.” I think even Sullivan was surprised by my brazenness as his he cocked a brow.

  I undressed him as fast as I could, wasting no time. Once I was done, he immediately backed us up until my calves hit the bed, and he gently laid us down onto the mattress. The softness of his sheets caressed my back as he hovered over me and stared into my eyes.

  “I’ve dreamed about this day.”

  My eyes widened in shock at his admission.

  “Why do you look so surprised?”

  “I don’t know. I guess sometimes I thought you had feelings for me, but other times, I felt like you thought of me as your kid sister. Tonight, when you said you wanted to leave the party, I thought it was because you regretted the kiss.” I wasn’t sure what else to say, but I wanted to be honest.

  “I most definitely have not thought of you that way since you were jailbait. Since the moment I saw you again after all these years, I’ve done nothing but think about you. I have never been enamored with a woman in my life. You’re different. I want to be with you, Missy, in every way possible.” He paused for a moment. “This isn’t about sex; this is about everything. I want it all with you.”

  I stared at him in shock. “I should probably tell you something.”

  “You can tell me anything.”

  “I’ve never done this.” I was completely embarrassed, but he needed to know.

  “Honestly, I’ve never had a real relationship, either, so we can learn together.” He smiled down at me and slowly lowered to kiss me, but I had to clarify.

  “No, I mean this.” I indicated between us.

  His eyes widened. “Oh.” He sat back on his haunches and blew out a deep breath. “Well, I…are you sure you’re ready? We don’t have to.” His words solidified my decision.

  “Yes, I’m sure. I wasn’t saving myself; it just never happened. I was busy with Granny, and the few boyfriends I’d had never got to that point.” I shrugged.

  “I can wait. I don’t want you to feel pressured.” His smile was genuine, and I fell even harder for him.

  I got up and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. “Can we stop talking now?”

  He didn’t say another word, just wrapped his arms around me and kissed me senseless. His kiss moved down my neck, and I threw back my head to give him better access. His lips found my nipple; it felt amazing. I cried out as his teeth grazed the peak, and he licked away the sting. He leaned us back onto the bed once again, and his kisses trailed down my stomach and closer to where my body was telling me I desperately needed him. I felt his breath against my mound, and shivers traveled all over my body.

  I looked down to see him watching me.

  “Has anyone ever touched you here, Missy?”

  I shook my head, and the smile that graced his lips was Cheshire Cat worthy. He pushed my legs apart, and his hand traveled up my thigh. He worked his fingers through my juices. I could hear it, and I was mortified.

  “You’re so wet, baby.” He slipped one finger inside of me. “I love it.”

  My insides quivered as he worked his finger in and out before slowly adding another. “So fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth.

  I watched him, fascinated by how he was almost entranced by my body. It encouraged me to let go. He locked eyes with me as he lowered his face to my pussy. The moment his tongue touched my clit, I nearly combusted. I fell back against the pillow and closed my eyes. I’d never felt anything like it. My body began to quiver, and when he curled his fingers inside of me, I screamed out his name as I exploded.

  He kissed his way up my body, continuing to move his fingers in and out of me while I rode out the aftershock of my orgasm. />
  He stopped to hover above me. I had a goofy grin on my face that matched his, and I couldn’t care less. He leaned in and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

  “How was that?” he asked, seeming genuinely curious.

  “Amazing, I mean not that I have anything to compare it to, but that was, wow.”

  He laughed and kissed me again.

  I wanted to touch him, so I did just that. I reached down and gripped his cock. He moaned softly into my mouth, so I took that as a good sign. I softly stroked him as he pumped into my hand. Knowing I was making him feel good, spurred me on. “I want to taste you, too.” I went to get up, but he stopped me.

  “Not now, baby. I want to feel that tight pussy around my dick.”

  His filthy words had me wanting the same. Sullivan always spoke very properly, but in the bedroom, Sullivan was naughty, and I loved it.

  I rubbed him against the wetness between my thighs. I wanted him so badly.

  He closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to mine. “You’re killing me.”

  His words urged me on. I pressed his head to my opening. This would hurt, so I prepared myself for the worst.

  Sullivan stayed still, not allowing me to go any farther. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he breathed out.

  I honestly didn’t care. I just wanted to feel him inside me. “I’ve heard it’s best just to do it quickly. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.”

  He chuckled. “Baby, I’m barely hanging on by a thread here.” He pulled back to look at me. “You tell me what to do. The ball’s in your court.”

  “I want you inside of me—now.”

  He dropped his head again. “Fuck…” He drew out the word on a loud breath. “I want nothing more at this moment.” He took another deep breath and looked into my eyes. “Are you ready?”

  I nodded.

  “Relax as best you can, okay? Hopefully, it won’t be too bad.” He kissed me softly. “I’m sorry.”