No Bunny But You (Holiday Romance Series) by Carol Rose Page B

my hair on fire?” He’d shifted
his chair toward hers.
    “I didn’t mean to lead you on,” she said, as
low-voiced in her response as he’d been. He was so close, so warm
and she wanted him so much.
    “It’s only leading me on if you didn’t mean it.”
Drake looked at her, his gaze questioning. “Did you mean it,
Molly?”
    She threw her head back and wiped away a tear that
had leaked out of her eye. Her smile felt tight. “You’re a great
guy. A good friend, and I really, really appreciate your being my
bunny today.”
    “None of that answers my question,” he pointed out
grimly. “Did you mean it when you kissed me like that? The first
part. Not when you shoved me away.”
    “I guess…I meant both parts.” Molly looked up then.
“I-I kissed you back those times because I…. I really wanted
to.”
    He tilted his head to catch her gaze. “And you shoved
me away?”
    “Because,” she said in a whisper, “because I didn’t
want to. I didn’t want to stop…kissing you.”
    “Molly.” His voice was low and thick as he reached
for her. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
    Drake dropped to his knees then, right in front of
her chair. Reaching out, he grasped her and pulled her toward him,
legs splayed as he knelt between them. He reached up to hold her
face with both hands, his mouth on hers in gentle exploration. Only
gentle turned deep and hot and hungry so fast Molly could hardly
catch her breath.
    He pulled her into his arms and angled his head to
kiss the socks off her. She felt the heat of his mouth, opening
over hers, his tongue warm against hers. There in the darkened
gazebo, he knelt between her legs and held her while his mouth
pillaged hers. It happened so quickly, she didn’t think about the
wisdom of kissing him again, the consequences of letting him hold
her. She wound her arms around his bunny-suit-covered body and let
her head fall back against his hand. He held her there tenderly,
his hand tenderly bracing her head, while he kissed the living
daylights out of her.
    Molly sank into that kiss. She’d been startled by his
comforting kiss after the birthday party and she’d managed to
gather herself to wrench out of his embrace by the garden, but she
couldn’t resist this moment. Then, the daylight had helped her stay
sane, the possibility of discovery by some Women’s League member in
the garden giving her the strength to push him away.
    But now the darkness fell around them and she felt
suspended in Drake, lost in the warmth of his lips on hers, his
strong arms holding her close. He held one hand bracketed behind
her head, steadying her for his kiss, and he caught her against his
body, his other arm snug against her back.
    With him there, between her knees, pulling her close
and closer, she yielded to temptation and kissed him as hungrily as
she’d long dreamed of. This was Drake, the guy she’d fallen in love
with. Her friend and more. The man who’d come to her aid in this,
as well as, many other moments.
    He pulled her so tightly against his body, that she
felt him against her crotch, against the most sensitive part of
her. Only their clothes kept them apart and Molly felt herself
begin to throb.
    She kissed him hungrily, straining against his broad,
fur-covered chest. Drake loosened his arm around her, reaching up
caress her breast, his thumb finding and rocking over, her kerneled
nipple. Through her blouse and bra, Molly felt his touch as if the
ceiling had crashed in on her, moaning into his mouth. He cupped
her breast, caressing it and pressing his hand against the
roundness until she was burning everywhere.
    Pulling back then, he began unbuttoning her shirt.
Molly’s eyes flew open and she met his gaze, dark and hooded. The
rasp of their breathing filled her ears and she could no more stop
what was happening than she could pull the gazebo in on them. She
wanted this. Hell, she’d dreamed about it in excruciating dreams
that left her aching for his touch.
    The coolness of the