Free More Than Once by Elizabeth Briggs

other to break first, to admit they wanted more out of this.
    “I should get back,” she said, tilting her head. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”
    That was all the cue I needed. I took her face in my hands and claimed her mouth in a long, deep kiss, exploring slowly with my tongue and my lips. The kind of kiss I’d wanted to give her earlier, under the mistletoe. She moaned and slid her arms around my neck, kissing me back just as eagerly, like she needed me as much as I needed her.
    I pressed her against the bathroom door, caging her in with my body. She tasted like pumpkin pie, and I couldn’t get enough of her sweet lips. She was making me so hard I didn’t know how I’d get through the rest of the evening without jumping her. We had to stop before I shoved her inside this bathroom and took her hard and fast against the wall.
    “Go,” I managed to get out. “Before your family suspects we’re doing something.”
    “Maybe we shouldn’t disappoint them…” She pressed her hips against mine, and a quickie in the bathroom was sounding better and better. All I had to do was lift up this dress, push her panties to the side, and I would slide so easily into her. She was the only woman I’d wanted in so long, and I knew how good it would be when we got together again.
    No, I was going to take my time with her. I’d been dreaming about being inside her again for months, and I didn’t want to rush it.
    “Midnight,” I said, pressing one last kiss on her lips before pulling away. “Come to my room and we’ll see if you’ve been naughty or nice.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN
BECCA
    W aiting until midnight was torture.
    I crept down the stairs to the guest room where they’d put Andrew, moving slowly so I wouldn’t make a sound or trip over anything in the dark. I’d stubbed my toes on Hannah’s abandoned toys on the way to the bathroom more times than I could count.
    My parents had left soon after dinner, promising to be over bright and early to open presents. Matt and Trish had tucked Hannah in after she’d laid out milk and cookies for Santa, and the light in their bedroom had gone out not long after that. Now the house was silent.
    Andrew’s room was at the end of the hall, and a sliver of light escaped from under the door. Good, he was still awake. I knocked softly, then opened the door—to one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.
    Andrew, lying on the bed, propped up on the pillows with a book in his hand. Wearing nothing but his dark jeans and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
    He looked up from his book and gave me a lazy smile. “About time.”
    One of his arms was draped behind his head while he read, showing off his muscled biceps and a six-pack he’d definitely not had before. There was something about the combination of his naked, toned chest and those geeky glasses that made my desire for him kick into overdrive. It was like he’d combined the best of both Andy and Andrew, and now he radiated pure sex appeal.
    Preppy guys had never been my type at all, but since our night together, I’d been drawn to guys like Andrew. And I’d never found guys in glasses hot before, but he was definitely making me a convert. I couldn’t get enough of this geeky-hot look he had going for him. Especially when I knew just how naughty he could be. It made me want to do whatever I could to unleash that part of him again.
    “You said midnight.” I shut the door behind me with a soft click. “What are you reading?”
    “
The Count of Monte Cristo
.” He set the book on the nightstand. “I grabbed it off the bookshelf. I hope that’s all right.”
    “I’m sure Trish won’t mind.”
    “It’s a favorite of mine. Have you read it?”
    “No. My sister’s the bookworm. For me, it’s always been music.”
    “She has an impressive library here.”
    I ran a hand along the packed bookshelves as I slowly moved toward him. I’d planned to come in here, rip off my clothes, and beg Andrew to bang my brains out.