Bouquets and Buckles (Crimson Ridge)

by Elliott Rose

“I don’t want to be your friend, or your friend’s father, or anything else that makes it seem like I’m not over here fighting every urge to kiss the fuck outta you.” My eyes widen… entire body flushing…. pulse fluttering madly in my throat like it’s trying to grow wings. “You want that…” Suddenly, I feel so nervous. My big plan of seduction was all well and good until now we’ve reached that threshold and I’m instantly aware of how much older and more experienced this man is. If this carries on, I don’t want him to feel disappointed. “I want a lot of things,” he murmurs. Dark, hungry eyes fix on my mouth. “A lot of things I’m not supposed to wish for.” “It’s Christmas… don’t they say wishes come true?” His lips twitch, and he reaches for the glass he set down just before. “I’d say this is more like a fantasy wrapped up in a pretty pink bow.” God. This man is so hot. My cheeks feel like they might be on fire with his flirty words and roaming gaze. “One you’d like to unwrap, I hope.” Luke lifts his drink, gives me a heated look, and then slides a thigh forward to part my knees. “You want to be unwrapped, sweetheart?” Oh, god. I nearly whimper out loud. Somehow, I manage a nod. Maybe I fumble out a yes but I’m not sure. “Then tilt that pretty little head back for me and open your mouth.”