Muffins And Mistletoe (A Starlight Hills Holiday Novella) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Debora Dennis
Tags: Holiday Romance Novella
everything right again. So she moved another step closer. "Your mom's got a sense, Jimmy. Even Dalton says he should have listened to her."
Jimmy cleared his throat. "Her lucky streak continues. Good for her."
"It's more than luck. Give her credit. I've never known her to be wrong. Have you?" she questioned, inching toward him with her fingers running along the side of her neck.
"You can call it whatever you want, but all streaks come to an end." His jean-clad backside hit the glass display and he moved to his right. The bag crinkled as his grip tightened. "Maybe you should do an article on her for the Herald. "
"I'm covering the gala, but thanks for the idea. She would make a good interview."
Only a few more feet and he'd be right where she needed him to be. Corinne leaned in, so close her coat bumped against the muffin bag in his hands. Her heart threatened to beat right out of her sweater and burst through the front of her coat. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but she pressed forward. This was her chance. She wasn't going to blow it.
Corinne looked into his deep blue eyes and knew that was where her future was. When he met her stare, the smallest hint of a smile tugged at his lips. He was softening. She could feel it down to the tips of her red-painted toes.
The open sign in the window flashed to life and Johnny Mathis crooning "Winter Wonderland" filtered into the small shop to complete the festive mood. The rest of the committee would be there any minute, so she had to move now.
"Jimmy, I'm sorry. I don't need any more time. I know we fit."
He blinked, clearly shaken, and took a step back—directly under the mistletoe.
She stood on her tiptoes, reached for his shoulders and kissed him.
* * *
Jimmy realized he was under the mistletoe less than a second before her lips were on his. Hot coffee in one hand and a bag of muffins in the other, he couldn't put his arms around her even if he wanted to. And he wanted to.
Corinne's fingers pressed into his shoulders and her soft lips crushed against his. While Johnny Mathis sang about chestnuts roasting on an open fire, flames of a different kind flooded through every inch of his body. Her warm fingertips touched his neck and along his jaw, then her lips parted and he was powerless to do anything but accept the invitation her mouth offered. He inhaled her intoxicating scent, something floral, a little spicy—or maybe that was just the cinnamon drifting in from the kitchen behind him. With the tender feel of her lips on his, he couldn't resist kissing her back.
His tongue danced along the edge of her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her morning coffee and the remnants of minty mouthwash. When her fingers tunneled through his hair, knocking the hat off his head, he thought his hair might catch fire. Her other hand cupped the side of his face, keeping him captive. His skin sparked wherever she touched, and at that moment he would indulge her anything. He let out a deep and primal groan, and his lips continued tasting, prying. Hungry for more, he crushed himself against her, his tongue darting in and out, tracing the tips of her teeth and then dueling with her own eager tongue. The warmth of her mouth spread like a fast-moving blaze along every nerve. All he could think about was his lips exploring the curve of her jaw, down her neck and into the sexy hollow of her throat.
Suddenly he couldn't catch his breath. The bag he'd been clutching fell to the floor and his arm went around her waist. He didn't want only the sweet kisses she offered, he wanted more. So enamored and caught up in the moment, he didn't even care they stood in his mother's deserted bake-shop.
He leaned in, sealing his mouth possessively against hers, and in two steps had her back against the wall beside the door. His fingers traced the edges of her arm along the bulk of her coat and finally found the opening in front. Without hesitation, his hand slid inside and around her waist and
Jimmy cleared his throat. "Her lucky streak continues. Good for her."
"It's more than luck. Give her credit. I've never known her to be wrong. Have you?" she questioned, inching toward him with her fingers running along the side of her neck.
"You can call it whatever you want, but all streaks come to an end." His jean-clad backside hit the glass display and he moved to his right. The bag crinkled as his grip tightened. "Maybe you should do an article on her for the Herald. "
"I'm covering the gala, but thanks for the idea. She would make a good interview."
Only a few more feet and he'd be right where she needed him to be. Corinne leaned in, so close her coat bumped against the muffin bag in his hands. Her heart threatened to beat right out of her sweater and burst through the front of her coat. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but she pressed forward. This was her chance. She wasn't going to blow it.
Corinne looked into his deep blue eyes and knew that was where her future was. When he met her stare, the smallest hint of a smile tugged at his lips. He was softening. She could feel it down to the tips of her red-painted toes.
The open sign in the window flashed to life and Johnny Mathis crooning "Winter Wonderland" filtered into the small shop to complete the festive mood. The rest of the committee would be there any minute, so she had to move now.
"Jimmy, I'm sorry. I don't need any more time. I know we fit."
He blinked, clearly shaken, and took a step back—directly under the mistletoe.
She stood on her tiptoes, reached for his shoulders and kissed him.
* * *
Jimmy realized he was under the mistletoe less than a second before her lips were on his. Hot coffee in one hand and a bag of muffins in the other, he couldn't put his arms around her even if he wanted to. And he wanted to.
Corinne's fingers pressed into his shoulders and her soft lips crushed against his. While Johnny Mathis sang about chestnuts roasting on an open fire, flames of a different kind flooded through every inch of his body. Her warm fingertips touched his neck and along his jaw, then her lips parted and he was powerless to do anything but accept the invitation her mouth offered. He inhaled her intoxicating scent, something floral, a little spicy—or maybe that was just the cinnamon drifting in from the kitchen behind him. With the tender feel of her lips on his, he couldn't resist kissing her back.
His tongue danced along the edge of her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her morning coffee and the remnants of minty mouthwash. When her fingers tunneled through his hair, knocking the hat off his head, he thought his hair might catch fire. Her other hand cupped the side of his face, keeping him captive. His skin sparked wherever she touched, and at that moment he would indulge her anything. He let out a deep and primal groan, and his lips continued tasting, prying. Hungry for more, he crushed himself against her, his tongue darting in and out, tracing the tips of her teeth and then dueling with her own eager tongue. The warmth of her mouth spread like a fast-moving blaze along every nerve. All he could think about was his lips exploring the curve of her jaw, down her neck and into the sexy hollow of her throat.
Suddenly he couldn't catch his breath. The bag he'd been clutching fell to the floor and his arm went around her waist. He didn't want only the sweet kisses she offered, he wanted more. So enamored and caught up in the moment, he didn't even care they stood in his mother's deserted bake-shop.
He leaned in, sealing his mouth possessively against hers, and in two steps had her back against the wall beside the door. His fingers traced the edges of her arm along the bulk of her coat and finally found the opening in front. Without hesitation, his hand slid inside and around her waist and
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