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under the mistletoe.”
    He grasped the doorframe with one hand, and lifted the other to brush her hair back from her cheek. She came across like she didn’t want this, but her breath hitched when he leaned close. Good so far. Better yet, she didn’t retreat.
    He threaded his fingers through her soft hair and skimmed along the smooth nape of her neck. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, then her lashes drifted closed, fanned against her flushed cheeks. The vision drew him like a magnet. He knew he was playing with fire but couldn’t locate any common sense to avoid the flames.
    “What happens if you break the rule?” He whispered the question only inches from her mouth.
    “Bad luck. Supposedly, really bad luck.” The husky rasp of her voice and her warm breath burned Derek faster than a scalding gulp of hot chocolate.
    “Considering your Christmas Eve, I don’t imagine you want to jinx Christmas Day…do you?”
    One heartbeat of hesitation. “No.”
    He closed the distance until their mouths became one. Eyes closed, he savored the silky sensation of her lips against his. But with someone like Lisa, it wasn’t enough. He wanted— needed —to taste her. At the first swipe of his tongue, she angled her head and opened to him with a soft sound of surrender. Her moist, sweet essence tantalized his taste buds, drawing him deeper.
    Typical Lisa fashion, she didn’t allow him full control. Hands swept under his open jacket, nails raked the muscles of his back through his dress shirt. She eliminated all space between them, her breasts pressed against his chest as her tongue sought equal access to the recesses of his eager mouth. The material of their clothes did nothing to contain the heat of their bodies.
    A low groan rumbled from his throat, and he brought his other hand up to cup her face. Derek walked her backward, intent on continuing the kiss inside, out of the harsh winter wind chilling his backside.
    The chime of the grandfather clock shattered their moment of passion. Lisa jerked back, putting distance between them without completely pulling free of his touch. While they both caught their breath, Derek gazed down into her wide gray eyes, his confusion mirrored in her expression.
    What the hell did this mean? Them not fighting—her kissing him back like she couldn’t get enough. Hell, he wanted more. Right now.
    When the second peal of the clock faded to silence, he knew it was too late to try to figure out anything right now. He’d be able to think clearly in the light of day. One thing he knew, he definitely needed distance, because all he wanted to do now was find her bedroom and take advantage of the empty house.
    “Merry Christmas, Lisa.”
    He dropped his hands to his side and took a step back, then spun on his heel and went home.

 
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Lisa went through the motions at Eric and Marissa’s Christmas day, but her mind ran overtime, eight hours in the past. Derek Walsh had been right about one thing, she didn’t know how to handle him all grown up.
    She never expected last night to end under the mistletoe, especially after the fiasco of Janelle’s proposed contest. Her pulse sped up just thinking about the thrill of Derek’s hard body aligned with hers; his strong hands cradling her face while he kissed her breathless.
    The doorbell jolted Lisa out of the seductive daydream. Not that it mattered. She’d relived those moments most of the night and countless times throughout the morning. Not only could she pick up exactly where she left off to the second, but she could still feel the hot glide of his tongue against hers. Heat spread through her body. She leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes.
    “Lisa—it’s for you,” Marissa called.
    She rose to her feet with a curious frown. Marissa gave her a knowing grin on her way past, and Lisa felt the eagle eyes of her family and Marissa’s sister, Nikki, follow her until she rounded the corner leading to the front