Free That Mistletoe Moment by Cat Johnson Page A

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    She ran both of her palms up his chest. Green eyes narrowed, she followed the path of her hands as they roamed over the shirt that covered him.
    He couldn’t fault her for focusing on his chest when he was doing the same with hers.
    Her deep breaths had her breasts rising and falling beneath the white sweater that was made of the softest material he’d ever laid his hands on. It was all he could do not to lean in, lift that sweater, and take her into his mouth.
    He was breathing pretty heavily himself as his body, in a very obvious way, expressed his appreciation of how good it felt to have her pressed against him. There was no fighting or hiding his reaction to her, so he figured he might as well roll with it and enjoy the moment.
    As she leaned in, he tipped his head back to accept her kiss. It was a whole lot more civil than his had been, but no less needy. He felt the desire inside her, held in check by more willpower than he’d shown.
    Since she most likely hadn’t spent this summer and fall deployed and celibate, he decided to give himself a break for getting too enthusiastic.
    With her lips pressed to his, memories of that hellish deployment were fading fast. With his hands on her hips as she pressed tighter against him, all those months spent training foreign fighters to defeat terrorism disappeared.
    Noelle working his mouth with lips and tongue alone would have been enough to have his pulse pounding, but when she set her hips in motion and began making small circles against his cock, his blood rushed fast enough to make him light-headed.
    Cupping his face in her hands, she broke away from the kiss. She asked, “Is this bad?”
    â€œNo. This is very good.” He kept his hands firmly on her hips, torn between holding her tighter against him and fearing he’d embarrass himself by coming in his pants if he did.
    She smiled. “I mean because we hardly know each other.”
    â€œNot true. I’ve known you for almost a whole month. We’ve even exchanged recipes. That has to count for something, right?”
    â€œThat’s right. You know, I’d never given that recipe out to anyone else before that day. Not even my sister.”
    He lifted a brow, feeling extra guilty he’d only been in possession of her secret recipe for a few weeks and he’d already shared it with his mother and one of his teammates. “Really? I’m honored. Thank you.”
    Nathan rested his head against the back cushion and waited, very happily enjoying her weight on him.
    The next move was hers. She could call a halt to this unexpected make-out session. That would suck, but he’d be fine with whatever she decided.
    Noelle let out a breath and looked torn by indecision. “I just don’t want you to think I make a habit of doing this.”
    â€œNoelle, I don’t think that at all.”
    â€œReally?” she asked.
    She’d spent five years with one guy and he could tell just from what he knew of her that she hadn’t been running around while she’d been with him. He had no problem reassuring her of that.
    â€œReally.”
    She bit her lip. “Can we stay here?”
    Stay in her apartment, where she was sitting in his lap? Or go out and be surrounded by strangers while they sat in separate chairs? Yeah, no choice to be made there.
    â€œSure.” He nodded. “I’m happy to stay in.”
    â€œI meant here on the sofa.” She looked embarrassed at the request.
    He liked this woman and he’d happily take any time he could get with her and be grateful for it. If that time wasn’t in the bedroom, that was fine.
    Nathan ran a hand over her cheek, brushing away a stray piece of hair. “Okay.”
    When she reached for the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over and off, he paused, thoroughly confused now that she was straddling him while wearing nothing but a bra and jeans.
    â€œOh no. Why are you frowning?” She