Page 6 of One Naughty Christmas Night

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. His eyes met hers, and she had to restrain herself from gasping aloud.

Desire brightened his eyes until they were almost golden, molten with heat, drawing Victoria in like a moth to a flame.

Everything around them slowed as Victoria leaned up, timidly pressing her lips to his, a sharp breath ripped from him.

He laid his hands on her hips, touching her in a familiar way he never had before.

She deepened the kiss, and he pulled her tightly to him, heat skyrocketing between them.

The warmth of his hand on her neck seeped into her skin; his other hand splayed across her back, anchoring her to him.

A gasp slid from her when his tongue teased the seam of hers, her lips opening to him.

The hard shelf met her back, sandwiching her between the wood and his firm body as he pressed her back. Unsure what to do with her hands, she grabbed handfuls of his jacket, holding onto him.

Heat gathered in her belly, a deep pulsing reverberating through her body, starting in her nether regions.

Victoria made a small sound when his hand moved from her neck to her chest, resting there before his large hand cupped her breast.

Goosebumps flitted across her skin, and she arched her back, pressing the fullness into his hand. Her nipple pebbled, and a shiver ran down her spine at the gentle caress.

Heath growled against her ear and took her mouth again, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, her sounds of desire buried beneath his lips.

Conversation filled the room, and his hand stalled.

“Let’s go, my love,” Valentina said.

Quinn chuckled and said something to Valentina, who squealed in reply. “Quinn, you wicked man.”

A small commotion came from the doorway, then the library door opened and shut, silence filling the room.

Heath removed himself from the alley, an emptiness filling Victoria’s heart as he put distance between them.

She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do now.

“Go, Victoria,” he stated, the sound barely registering.

“But—”

“I will come to see you later, and we can discuss what happened.”

“Heath—”

“Please, Victoria,” he said, pleading at her with his eyes.

She nodded stiffly and grabbed her shoes, the thud as they hit the floor echoing through the room. She slipped them on and walked to the door, grabbing the knob.

Tugging it open, she peeked outside to ensure no one appeared in the hall. Seeing no one, she glanced back at him, then slipped out the door.

Heath stood in the library and watched Victoria disappear behind the door, his body aching and harder than he had ever experienced before.

A curse came from him when he looked down at himself, his erection straining against the tight fabric of his trousers.

“What are you doing, man?” he asked aloud. The last thing he’d expected to do was get caught in the library with Victoria, much less kiss her.

You don’t go around kissing your best friend!

Another curse filled the room.