end of one curl around his finger. “So soft. You’re delicious,” he whispered.
Ellie leaned forward and kissed him—little teasing, nibbling kisses along his lower lip that made him shiver, and she loved the fact that she could make him react to her like that.
Then he sat up, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard, pushing deep into her.
Merry Christmas , she thought. And then she stopped thinking as her second climax hit her, the sensation pulsing through her body.
Chapter Five
When both their heart rates had slowed down to normal, Mitch stroked Ellie’s face. “I’d better deal with the condom. Where’s the bathroom?”
“At the end of the corridor,” she said.
He slid out of bed. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Which was just long enough for Ellie to start worrying. What had just happened between them had been amazing. Unexpectedly good.
But she had absolutely no idea what to do now. How was he feeling about this? Okay, so he was stuck here for tonight, but would he even want to see her again once the roads had cleared enough for him to leave?
And then there were the practical issues. His suit was soaked, and her bathrobe was never going to fit him. The best she could offer him was a bath towel. And she could hardly suggest that he spent the rest of the evening wearing nothing but a bath towel. It was ridiculous. She knew she’d laugh about it later, but right now she was feeling like the worst hostess in the world.
Quickly, she pulled some dry clothes on, and was just starting to deal with the soggy heap of clothes on the floor when Mitch walked back into the room, unashamedly naked.
Obviously her worries showed on her face, because he frowned. “What’s wrong?”
She told him.
He just laughed. “I guess you have a point. I can’t put my suit back on until it’s dry. But if we were at a pool or on a beach I’d be wearing less than a towel.” He smiled at her. “Actually, I’ve had a thought. How easy is it to scandalize your neighbors?”
Ellie stared at him, horrified. She hadn’t even thought about the neighbors. “You mean, if they saw us outside in the garden…” Kissing each other stupid, and then him carrying her inside—and it would’ve been so obvious what their intentions had been.
“No. I was thinking more about collecting something from my car. But if my going outside in just a towel would upset your neighbors…”
“Just tell me what you want and I’ll fetch it,” she said hastily.
“The Santa suit’s in the back of my car.”
She sat down on the bed in relief. “So you’re telling me I’m going to have dinner with Santa? A man in a red hoodie?”
He laughed. “Looks like it. But I already have a pocket full of carrots for Rudolph, so you don’t have to cater to him tonight.” He gave her his car keys.
She rummaged in her wardrobe and took out a couple of hangers. “I don’t think your suit would survive the tumble-dryer—it’s probably best if you hang it up in the bathroom to dry—but I can sort out the rest of your clothes while we have dinner.”
“Thank you. And I’ll, um, borrow a towel, if I may, until you can get that suit for me.”
Now that they’d sorted it out, she was quite happy for him to stay stark naked until then. He was seriously beautiful, and if she were an artist she’d want to sculpt him. As it was, she could think of several interesting things to do with sweet buttercream frosting and sprinkles.
Aware that lust was flickering down her spine again, she scooped up their wet clothes and left the room before she did something really stupid. Once the washing machine was going, she went out to his car and discovered that it was snowing harder again. The roads still hadn’t been cleared. She retrieved the Santa outfit, and shook the snow from her hair as she closed the front door behind her.
Mitch was just walking down the stairs. “It’s still snowing?”
“Yes. So it looks as if you’re going to be