Did he feel it, too? She turned her flushed face to his and saw that he was already looking at her, his eyes burning with intensity.
That answered her question. She wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t imagining things. The energy between them was enough to power all of the Christmas lights they’d just finished looking at.
Connor reached out and brushed her hair back from her face. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. It seemed like all of the magic of the season was contained in those two little words. Like an elf had sprinkled fairy dust all over her skin, causing the electric tingling she felt on every inch.
Yeah, she was probably getting her mythologies mixed up, but it was the last freaking thing on her mind at the moment.
She grinned playfully. “Hey, Connor. I have a question for you.”
He ran his fingers lightly down the side of her face and it was all she could do not to shudder and moan with the sheer pleasure of it.
“Ask away,” he replied, and his voice was spread so thin with rasp that he almost never got to hear the question, because she very nearly passed out from the rush of arousal it sent crashing over her.
She leaned in, close to his ear, and whispered, “Wanna make out?”
The playfulness was completely gone from her tone. She forgot that she’d ever started this out as a teasing exchange. Now, she was completely caught up in the heat between them. It was all-consuming.
He didn’t answer her, just pressed his lips to hers and pulled her to him as he kissed her, his lips moving passionately against hers as his hands roamed over her body.
That was answer enough for her.