Excerpt from One Mistletoe Wish

“What if I said I want you?” he asked, his breath fanning warmly over her face.
“For…for Christmas?” she asked and felt like a colossal idiot.
He didn’t smile, but shook his head, his hands slipping under her coat to rub along her back. “No. Right now. I want you, Morgan.”
He moved again and Morgan saw his arm lifting. He was going to touch her. No, wait, he was already touching her. She should move. She should put lots of distance between them to keep whatever was about to happen from happening. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. His fingers grazed her jaw, came over her chin, then up to tap her bottom lip.
“You can’t want me,” she said, her body beginning to tremble even though it was the last thing she wanted to do.
“I can and I do,” he told her, his other hand falling softly to her hip. “I want to take you right here against this wall. What does wishing on mistletoe tell you about that?”
She wanted to moan, but that wasn’t an answer. Dammit, she couldn’t think of any words and she certainly wasn’t thinking about mistletoe at a time like this. Morgan tried to breathe in deeply and exhale slowly—a known relaxation technique that usually worked—but not this time. His scent permeated every pore of her body and she actually felt dizzy with arousal.
“Gray,” she whispered his name and the tip of his finger touched her tongue.
His other hand went lower, gripping the curve of her bottom and pulling her up close to his arousal. He was thick and hard and she licked his finger, because what else was she supposed to do?
“Don’t,” he said. “Please, just don’t deny this. There are so many things going on, I just need for this to be real. Whatever this is between us needs to be real and not some wish.”
If a huge sprig of mistletoe were dangling over their heads right at this moment, Morgan knew exactly what she’d wish for. Now, whether or not that wish would come true…she didn’t have another second to contemplate.
One Mistletoe Wish