Christmas Angel: A Holiday Romance

by Crimson Syn

  The doorbell rang, and I turned, smiling at the bright familiar faces that walked through the door. Friends of Carol and my brother’s, who had come to celebrate with us. We said our greetings, warm hugs all around as they all looked happy to be here. As Sam showed them in, the doorbell rang once again, and I quickly went to see in the next guest.

  The man standing on the opposite side, was brushing away excess snow from his red scarf. I waited a moment, and when he turned, my world suddenly came crumbling down around me.

  “Hi,” he rumbled as his eyes searched mine, and I swear, my breath just entirely got sucked out of me.

  The man before me, the one I had just opened the door for, was the one I had left only hours before lying completely naked in bed.

  6

  Eve

  “Wait,” he whispered grabbing my arm as I walked down the hallway towards the living room.

  I turned, not sure what to feel, and once again tongue tied. “What are you doing here?”

  “I could ask you the same thing.”

  “Christian!” Sam’s booming voice startled us both and I stepped aside so that my brother could hug his old friend. They looked like brothers who had waited a lifetime to see each other. I shifted uncomfortable beside Sam, wanting to run upstairs and hide. He looked over at me and swept his hand around my shoulder. “Christian this is Eve, my baby sister.”

  “This…this is Eve?” He asked him, a look of surprise crossing his handsome features.

  “Nice to meet you,” I reached my hand out to him hoping he’d follow my lead. The last thing I wanted was for my family to know my secrets.

  “The pleasure is all mine,” he whispered huskily as the warmth of his hand enveloped my own. He squeezed it slightly as he stared down at me, and that sexy smirk of his outlined his full lips. I swallowed, tempted by him once again. That small touch making the butterflies in my tummy flutter and the ache in my core come to life.

  “Well then, now that you’ve met, come on in.” Sam wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him inside to meet the rest of the guests and the family. I stood there alone in the hallway, not really knowing what was going on here. How small could this world be, that the one man I never wanted to see again, was now seated on the couch with my nephew on his knee.

  “Eve? Eve!” Carol called from me from the other end of the hallway.

  “Wh…what?” I turned to Carol who was holding a tray of her special spiked egg nog. “Would you mind?”

  I placed a smile on my face and put my best effort into passing around the tray. Small talk and laughter surrounded me as I went around the room passing around the tray. I tried to ignore it, but I could feel the heat of his eyes on my back. Turning, I bent down to give him the last glass and he smiled up at me.

  “Thank you, Angel.” My eyes met his and my breath caught at the sound of his endearment for me. His dark gaze full of hunger and those feelings flooded through me once again.

  I closed my eyes and turned, running into the kitchen to see what else I could help Carol with. If I kept myself busy then maybe I could avoid the man who had entered my life so abruptly, and whom I couldn’t seem to get away from.

  It was wishful thinking that I could avoid him for the rest of the evening. An hour later, and I had my first heated encounter with my ruggedly handsome one-night stand.

  “Eve, would you be a dear and grab the extra chair in the studio?”

  “Yeah, sure.” I took any chance I could get to stay away from him. He’d tried making small talk with me, asking me how long I was staying, if I liked the snow. I didn’t have the heart to turn away from him, so I’d engaged, but what I really wanted to do was run away.

  I took my time walking down the hallway toward the back of the house. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until I bumped into a very familiar broad chest.

  “Whoa,” he grabbed me by the waist as I stumbled back. “Watch out now,” he mumbled as he tightened his grip on me.

  Placing my hand on his chest I tried to push back, but he wrapped his other hand around my waist holding me captive against him.

  “What are you doing?” I glanced around making sure no one was around.

  “We need to talk,” he leaned in placing his lips against my ear. “About last night.”

  I closed my eyes as I breathed in his cologne, the feel of his strong arms around me felt oddly comforting. “We have nothing to talk about.”

  “No? Why’d you leave this morning?”

  I squirmed in his embrace, but he simply arched a brow, watching me. “Because…because, there was no reason to stay.”

  He nodded slowly, his eyes looking up as he bit down on that sexy lip of his. “See, I beg to differ. I think, you ran away from me. The question is, why?”

  “I didn’t run away. We did what we did, and that was it.”

  “What we did? Yes, enlighten me, what did we do?”

  I swallowed hard as I looked up into those electric blue eyes of his. As he searched my face I felt suddenly exposed. As if he could read every secret I kept hidden from everyone, and I immediately avoided his eyes, looking down at his chest instead.

  “I didn’t want you to leave,” he confessed, tenderly.

  My eyes shot up to his and heat spread through my body. “What we did last night. I’ve never done with anyone else. It was a one-time thing. Period.”

  He smirked and released me. “We’ll see.”

  “Excuse me?”

  He smiled at me, his hand gently cupping my cheek. “I don’t have the lying tendencies that you seem to hide behind. I liked what we did, how you moaned my name, how you came for me, how perfect your pussy felt around my dick. I have no shame in admitting that if I could, I’d take you again, right here right now. Just so I could hear my name purred out of these perfect heart shaped lips.

  His thumb grazed my bottom lip as he leaned in. I curled back as his lips hovered over mine. “So, we’ll see just how long, this one-time fling, lasts.”

  My mouth dropped open and he leaned in, his mouth molding to mine in a soft, heated kiss. His groan echoed through my body as his tongue found mine, delicately tracing it, stroking it with his. I gripped his arms as I let myself fall into him. My body wanting more, and my brain telling me to run. But one thing was for certain, no one took my breath away like Christian Nolan did.

  7

  Christian

  Oh, she was a sweet little thing, and I was going to find a way to convince her that this was more than a one-night stand. From the moment I walked into this house I knew it was fate. I mean, what were the odds that I’d find her again, in my best friend’s house, no less.

  When I saw her, I thought I had gone crazy, and for a moment I wanted to pinch myself, thinking I was dreaming. There was absolutely no way that I could come across the same woman twice in a span of twenty-four hours, yet here she was, my Angel. She was even more beautiful than what I remembered. All soft curves and sweet smiles. I’d paid attention to everything about her as the night went on. How her laughter warmed the room, how her eyes lit up when the children would run up to her, how she licked her lips in anticipation as the cookies were being passed around. But what I really loved was the way she’d blush when I asked her something, or how she’d sweep a red curl behind her ear when I’d smile her, and even more how I’d catch her staring at me and she’d look away and pretend she hadn’t just been caught red handed.

  I could tell she was uncertain, she wanted me as much as I did her, that kiss told it all. But there was something stopping her. Something that kept her from getting closer, from giving in. Her brother had told me what had happened, how he’d lost his parents and almost lost his sister. How devastated she had been and how he hoped that he could bring that brightness back into her eyes. But what he didn’t know, and what I hadn’t told him, was that I’d witnessed that glimmer in her eye the night before. That I’d felt how much she wanted to let go, how she’d shattered in my arms.

  I could feel her
heat beside me as we ate, and I couldn’t help but tease her. Bumping into her, purposely letting our fingers touch, our elbows bump, she kept jerking away until I got fed up and placed my hand on her thigh. She froze, setting down her glass as I slowly dragged up her dress, almost making her spit out her wine. She tried pushing my hand away, but I simply gripped her thigh, placing my hand firmly onto her soft flesh. After a few minutes of fighting me, she finally gave up and quieted.

  She was making small talk with Carol across the table as I let my palm drag up and down her thigh. Her breath hitched on a word, and I nearly laughed as she cleared her throat continuing her story. Gently I let my fingers slide along her inner thigh until they reached that crevice I wanted to taste so badly. Her hand instantly grabbed at me, and her eyes flew to mine. They begged me not to do it, and I shrugged, my fingertips brushing along the core of her panties. The material was thin, and my middle finger bumped over her hardened clit. She jumped in her chair and gripped the napkin in her lap. I continued to talk about my job as a developer, where I was living and what my plans were with Sam, who was seated further down at the head of the table.

  All the while, the words spilled from my lips nonchalantly while my fingers fondled her beneath the table. She sat quietly, her chest rising and falling rapidly, biting her lip as I brought her to a precipice. Her cheeks were flushed and as Carol asked if she was okay, she reached for the wine and laughed.

  “Must be the wine.”

  She raised the glass to her hips and I heard her sexy gasp as my fingers delved beneath the seam of her panties. She was soaked for me, completely drenching my fingers as I caressed her silky mound. She shifted in her seat and her thighs fell open as her eyes closed. She was taking deep breaths and I could tell she was close. Slowly I let my finger dive into her and her eyes went to mine, gripping my wrist. She gently shook her head and I furrowed my brow, faking comprehension.

  “Stop,” she mouthed at me and I smiled.

  I leaned into her, fingering her harder. “I’m sorry what was that?”

  Her mouth fell open, and she stared at her lap unable to say a word. I chuckled as her cheeks got redder and her thighs began to tremble. She was about to let go for me, when abruptly she stood up, forcing me to remove my hand.

  “I’ll be right back,” she stated awkwardly, and I watched as she sashayed her way out of the room.

  Leaning forward I asked where the restroom was and quickly got up, with one purpose in mine, finding my angel and finishing what I started. As I came down the hallway I saw a blur of red go up the stairs and I followed it. As I rounded the top of the staircase I spotted her going into a room at the end of the hallway. I didn’t even think twice. Before she slammed the door shut I barged in and grabbed her.

  “Wha…”

  Her words got lost as I slammed her up against the door and devoured her with my mouth. She gripped onto me and as I lifted her she instinctively wrapped her legs around me. Through my slacks I could feel the heat of her need grinding up along my length. She whimpered as I nipped at her lips, leaning back to take my cock out.

  She didn’t refuse it, she was lost in all this as much as I was. All I knew was that I needed to sink myself inside of her, make her mine again. She cried out quietly at the feel of my cock perched at her entrance. Her ragged breaths making the swell of her tits rise and fall.

  “I’m going to take you now, Angel. And when I do…I want hear you moan my name.”

  “I…you’re craz…”

  The moan of my name echoed through the room as I sank myself deep inside of her heat. I held myself there, our eyes meeting, our breaths mingling.

  “You’re crazy,” she breathed.

  “For you, yeah.”

  “Cheesy too,” she wiggled against me and I groaned.

  “But you like me, don’t you? You like everything about me.”

  “I like your cock, that’s about it. And I’d like it better if it was doing its job.”

  “What’s that?” I dragged myself out and slammed myself back inside of her tightness, loving how she gasped as I took her breath away.

  “Can’t find the words now, Angel? Have nothing to say?”

  I slammed my cock in and out of her, the doorframe shaking as I fucked her hard and deep.

  “More,” she fought for breath as I held her pinned to the door and impaled on my dick. It was hot before, but this was beyond anything I’d ever wanted. My name whimpered from her lips, her moans getting louder as the sweet sounds of her pussy filled the room, it was all an aphrodisiac. She was my drug and I wanted more of her.

  Her lips found mine as I thrusted into her and I let her kiss me. I loved how her soft breath tickled my lips, how her tongue urged them apart, the tip running along my teeth. When she found my tongue, she sucked it into her mouth, moaning as I made her mine.

  My cock throbbed inside of her, but it was an ache I could endure. Dragging it out of her, I held the tip at her entrance until she whimpered.

  “Please.”

  “Admit it.”

  “Admit what?” Her hips rose and fell as she tried to get me inside of her again.

  “Admit that you want me as much as I do you.”

  She looked up at me and pouted. “Why can’t you just fuck me and shut up.”

  “Because I won’t give you what you want until you admit you’re crazy about me.”

  “That’s insane! I just met you.”

  I slammed my cock into her and she arched her neck back. I grinded my hips against her hers in slow rocking movements and her grunts of despair made me harder than ever.

  “I’m crazy about you,” I stated hungrily as I sucked on her neck. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Angel. And now that I’ve found you, I don’t think I want to let you go.”

  She sighed, her hips undulating against mine. But when I looked up at her, tears fell down her cheeks. I froze inside of her, I didn’t mean to make her cry.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She met my eyes and smiled. “Where in the world did you come from?”

  “Washington,” I shrugged making her laugh.

  My heart soared at the sound of her giggle and I enjoyed the hitch in her breath as I slowly plunged in and out of her against that door. That moment between us was a mixture of hot and sweet, and an intense pulse radiated through us as I brought us to that ledge.

  “I’m going to cum,” she gasped against my lips and I thrusted harder and faster.

  I wanted her to mark me as hers, to cum all over me once again. “You’re mine,” I murmured as I flung us into ecstasy.

  She shuddered in my arms, her body tensing, her legs tightening around me as she came undone. Our foreheads pressed together while I held back my groan. My cock thrumming and enjoying how she squeezed me tight, while it emptied itself inside of her depths. A shudder ran through me, and although my legs felt weak, I managed to hold her pressed up against that door.

  Her hands slid around my neck, and she wrapped herself around me. Turning, I found a chair by the window, I was still buried deep inside of her as I sat down. She didn’t move, she simply rocked sexily against me, hugging me tight as she moaned quietly. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. A woman grinding herself along my sensitive, flaccid cock. Getting herself off while I was inside of her, motionless, unable to breathe let alone move.

  Her lips were on my neck, her hips moving deliciously against me. My hands roamed under her dress and gripped her ass as she rocked herself back and forth. It didn’t take long for her to get me hard again. The feel of myself growing long and thick inside of her was fucking heavenly. She bit her lip as she leaned back, pressing the palm of her hands on my knees as she fucked herself on me.

  The tips of her tits peaked out of her dress as her pussy danced along my shaft. Reaching forward I grabbed her by the waist, dragging the dress down and taking my mouthful of those delectable tips.

  The guests below forgotten as we got lost in this erotic embrace. It was
a slow, eager need that simmered between us. Our bodies speaking for us, sharing our craving of being fulfilled. She was so fucking special to me. I just didn’t even know how in the fuck to tell her that I needed her. That she was perfect for me.

  She was right, I barely knew her. But this-this connection, it was beyond an explanation. It just simply…was.

  “I need you,” she moaned as her pussy engulfed me, rippling wetly along my dick. Up and down her hips rolled as she fucked me and all I could do was sit back and enjoy the show. My hips lifted meeting her thrust by thrust, and as our thighs slapped together she’d yelp out sexily, biting her lip as her pussy contracted.

  “Cum for me, Angel. Take my cock. Own it,” I growled as I slammed my hips up into her, over and over again.

  Her moan lingered in the air as she obeyed. Her breasts shook as her body reacted to my greedy command. Clenching down on me as she had her second orgasm at my hands.

  “Fuck,” I shouted as I came from simply watching the erotic sight on my lap. I released myself inside of her, coating her in my creamy load once again. Our hands interlocked as she continued to grind down on me, pleasuring me as much as she had herself.

  When she was done, she collapsed on top of me. Her soft breaths warming my neck.

  “Who are you?”

  I chuckled. “A man who can’t get enough of you.”

  She leaned back, slowly sliding me out. We both moaned as we looked down between us. My pants now ruined from our sinful encounter.

  “Oh my,” she gasped as I dragged my thumb along her sensitive clit.

  I swirled our juices together and brought it up to her mouth, coating her bottom lip with it. Gripping her by the back of her neck I pulled her in for a dirty, delectable kiss. Both moaning as the taste of each other lingered on our tongues.

  “We need to get downstairs,” she whispered against my lips and regretfully she slid off my lap.