Midnight Mistletoe

Katherine Bennett

My face turns red with embarrassment while I am putting away the groceries. My thoughts keep repeating the kiss I shared with Derek.

Maybe it was the kiss?

What am I saying?

Of course, it wasn’t the kiss because deep down, I knew I wanted it to happen.

It was because while I was kissing him, even if it was brief. I thought of his name branded on my right ass cheek.

What if we go beyond kissing, and he sees my tattoo?

Derek will think I’m crazy.

Wait a second!

Since when do I want to sleep with Derek?

I’m beyond crazy at this point.

Or am I?

I hide my face in the palm of my hands as I need to let out a scream. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I think I’m going to take a shower. It will help me clear my head.

Placing the last item that was in the paper bag in its place, I go to the bathroom to clean myself.

On the bathroom counter, I have arranged the pyjama that I will be wearing. I remove my clothes one by one and step inside the shower.

As I go into the shower, I turn on the water and begin adjusting the temperature until it is just right for my liking. When I am finally satisfied with the temperature, I step under the soothing stream of water and let it wash over me.

The water envelopes me, and I know it’s exactly what I need to soothe both my muscles and my mind.

While I reach for the shampoo bottle, my fingers curl around it, and I lift it. I deftly twisted off the cap and squeezed the bottle until a dollop of shampoo landed in my open palm.

I decided to treat myself to a little self-care, which involves washing my hair and giving myself a soothing massage on my scalp. I complete the process of shampooing my hair and then rinse it thoroughly to remove any remaining product.

After stepping out of the shower, I reach for the towel to dry my body and then proceed to secure it around me.

With a swift motion of my hand, I remove the fog that had clouded the mirror and decide to wash my teeth right after.

Once I finish brushing my hair, I change into my pyjama and prepare myself for bed.

My lips part in surprise as I see Derek wearing only a pair of black boxers.

That man is built with layer upon layer of muscle. His physique is perfectly sturdy, something that could drive any woman crazy, and was the envy of many.

I quickly cover my eyes with my hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were here.”

Derek chuckled, moving closer to me.

I let out a gasp while he swiftly takes hold of my wrist and pulls my hand away from my eyes.

“No worry, freckles. It’s not like you never saw me in my boxer. Remember this morning.” He lets out a snort.

I already see him in his boxers. That’s true. The thing I clearly remember is when I felt his thing this morning.

I feel my cheeks getting warm as the memory rushes back to me.

I am about to turn my head to look elsewhere when Derek has another idea. He takes my chin between his fingers to stop my movements.

With the help of his thumb, Derek caresses my cheek. “Is this because of what you felt this morning?” He has the nerve to smirk.

That bastard knows how to read me.

It is unclear whether I am in the heat of the moment or our close proximity that causes it. Before I know what is happening, my body moves on its own as I lean toward Derek to press my lips to his.

Derek takes a step back, surprised by my action. I am sure he would reject my advance when he surprises me as he cups my face and captures his lips with mine.

This time, it isn’t a brief kiss, not far from it. Our kiss turns into a passion.

Backing me up against a wall, he hoistes me off the floor and pulls me into a passionate kiss.

I stifle a moan while his tongue invades my mouth. I part my lips, depending on our kiss. I can feel how hard he is in between my thighs.

All of a sudden, reality hit me of what we were doing.

“Wait a minute!” I panick.

Despite my attempts to break free, Derek holds me tightly against the wall and him, preventing me from leaving.

“What is it?” He asks me with concern.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I bite my lips as I am afraid of his answer.

Despite the fact that we were only pretending to be a couple. We made a decision that this would never happen between us.

I was a fool when we made that decision.

The truth is I wanted this.

The question now is, did he feel the same way as me?

It had been a long time since I had wanted him. The tattoo on my ass was proof of that. Realizing being true to myself meant admitting my feelings.

His focus is on me as I am waiting for his answer.

Derek will realize what we are doing and find a reason to stop this.

He moves his hips against me. “Can you feel how much I want this?” Derek whispers inside my ear.

I lick my lips. “Yes!” I restrain myself to let out a moan.

Derek doesn’t stop there to show me how much he wants me.

He tugs my hair and gently pulls my head upwards to provide himself with better access on my neck. He lowers his mouth on my skin, gazing with his teeth.

My body craves for him.

Instead of caressing my body, he claws his finger over my skin and makes me shiver deeper as I never felt so wanted before this moment.

Derek hoists me up in his arms as I circle my arms and legs around his body. He carries me with ease. As soon as my butt touches the bed mattress, an important thought crosses my mind that I can’t ignore. With a careful backward movement, I am able to slip away from him.

Derek frowns at my action.

Before he has a chance to say anything, I open my mouth to speak.

“I forgot to tell you something!” I speak with hast.