VCard for Christmas - Page 7

Instead of answering him, I turn around and face the mirror. I watch as he looks at my back, and the heat of his sigh hits my neck. He looks up at my face in the mirror, and I don’t dare move. The small room feels ten times smaller with him here behind me. “I uh, I’m not sure if it will fit. Can you zip it up?”

He swallows and looks at my back. His knuckles stroke up and down my bare skin. I can’t stop the gasp before it leaves my lips. I lean forward and put one hand on the mirror to keep myself from falling over. One touch is all it takes. I clench my eyes and shiver. His rough fingers go up and down my back, and my head falls forward. His other hand comes around my waist and fans out on my stomach, holding me up. The movement puts him closer to me, and my lower body is fitted against his pelvis. He rotates his hips, and the hardness of his erection digs into my bottom.

“Avery,” he says, but I can’t look at him. The way my body is reacting to him is too much and like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

His hand moves from my back up between my shoulder blades and then around the base of my neck. He lifts my chin up so that I’m staring at him in the mirror. Looking at the two of us, he’s a big man, and I look almost small and tiny next to him. “Yeah, Lincoln?”

“Let’s skip the party.”

I blink, and before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “You don’t want to go with me?”

“Fuck,” he grunts. He leans closer, burying his nose into my neck, and inhales deeply. He turns me in his arms, locks his hands on my lower back, and pulls me in, fitted against his hard body. “Yeah, we’ll go. I want to go with you, but I’m warning you right now, Avery, I’m not some pushover who will just sit back if some motherfucker flirts with you. I don’t share. And I definitely won’t be sharing you.”

He looks so serious, but I can’t hold it back. I laugh, throwing my head back. I don’t even know what he’s thinking... Men don’t flirt with me. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about there, Lincoln.”

I stop laughing when I see he’s not laughing with me.

“I want to kiss you.”

My hands go to his chest. “Right here? Right now?” I ask. There’s no way I’m anywhere even close to being prepared for this. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. Will he be able to tell? I gulp, knowing that I won’t say no to him. “Okay.”

His hands go straight to my face, and he cups my cheeks, holding my face up to his. He leans down, his lips briefly touching mine before he pulls back, eyes wide, and stares at me. Speechless, I can only watch him, not knowing what I should be doing here. He leans in again and feathers his lips over mine before pulling my lower lip in between his. I gasp, giving him access, and he takes full advantage, sweeping his tongue into my mouth. My hands go up his chest and around his neck. He picks me up, my feet dangling before I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist.

His hips buck against mine, and I moan so loudly, I’m sure the whole store hears it. He pulls his lips off mine, and I bury my head under his chin. Oh my goodness, what a kiss!

Knock, knock. “Yoo hoo! Hello in there. Do you need any help?”

I can’t even mutter a word. I feel as if I’m about to pass out, but I’m holding my breath, and I let it out in one big swoosh.

“No. We’re fine. Don’t open that door,” Lincoln answers, and even I can hear the threat in his voice. I’d be willing to bet the woman on the other side won’t even think about it.

Lincoln lets me down, my body sliding against his until my feet are on the floor. He reaches around me and pulls the zipper up my dress and turns me around. His hands go to my hips, and he’s staring at me in the mirror. “It’s perfect. Take it off and I’ll buy it.”

“I can buy my own dress,” I tell him. Even though it may cut into my savings and all, I don’t want him to have to buy my clothes.

He shakes his head and reaches around me to unzip the dress again. “I’m buying it.”

I sigh. I’m not going to argue with him. “Wait for me outside, and I’ll hand the dress over.”

He’s going to disagree with me. He opens his mouth, but he must change his mind because he slams it shut. He reaches for the doorknob and before he goes out, he gives me a longing look over his shoulder. “I have a feeling this is going to be the best Christmas ever.”

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