This is so wrong, but it feels so right. I’d made a promise to Holly I didn’t want to break, but feeling her lips against mine, I wanted her.

I’d been wanting her for the past few days. Since our first kiss under the mistletoe. I’d wanted her more and more each day. Yet, I knew she was drunk, and I wouldn’t take advantage.

My hands were wrapped around her waist, trying to keep her steady on her feet. I felt myself harden in my pants as she dug her nails into my back.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I said the moment our lips broke apart.

“Kevin, please. I want you.”

I stared into her intoxicated eyes. Begging the universe for a moment, please let her sober up. I ran my hand down my jaw as she tugged at the hem of her sweater. Please don’t take it off.

She did. Her sweater flew across the room, and I couldn’t turn my eyes away. She had the same purple bra on and her breasts heaved against her chest. They were full and plump, and I wanted so bad to take them in my mouth.

Fuck. Why couldn’t she be sober.

“Holly, we shouldn’t.”

She stepped closer and her hands were fidgeting with the buckle on her jeans. Please, no.

I was harder than ever, my body burned with desire. I couldn’t move. She lowered her jeans to the ground. She stood before me in her bra and purple lace panties. Her body was stunning, and I swiped my hand across my mouth to be sure I wasn’t drooling.

“You’re so beautiful,” I breathed.

She moved to the bed, and positioned herself across the comforter. I needed to end this, I needed to walk away. Yet, my body was at war. I wanted her.

“Holly, you need to go to bed.”

“Come with me.” Her eyes were on fire, and the shade was darker than ever. Her voice dropped a few octaves and was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

“Fuck, we can’t do this.”

“You don’t want me?” Her eyes glowed against the moonlight and I growled.

“Holly, please. You’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” she said as she tried to sit up in bed. She ended up falling sideways off the bed and I rushed over to her side.

“Holly, are you okay?”

“Get off me. Leave me alone.” She tried to push me away, but I picked her fragile body up and placed her under the covers.

Pushing back a strand of her hair, I kissed her cheek. Her big eyes just gazed at me, and I took a deep breath.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be back later.”

Her eyes drifted closed and then she mumbled. I scooted closer. “What did you say, Holly?”

“Will you hold me tonight?” My chest tightened with her request. She appeared peaceful, angel-like in the bed and I wanted more than anything to hold her.

I slipped under the cover as she placed her head on my chest. Running my fingers through her hair, I listened to her breathing.

“Kevin, thank you.”

“Of course.”

“No, I mean thank you for bringing me here. I’ve never had this before.”

I leaned up a little to stare at her. She scooted just enough to where are faces were inches apart. “What do you mean?”

“It’s always been me and my mom for the holidays. She usually worked, and I would spend Christmas alone. Once she got married to my stepfather, everything changed. He was a creep.”

“What do you mean?”

Her eyes appeared troubled as she tried to fight off tears.

“Well, he came onto me right after they were married. I was eighteen, and he told me he wanted to have a taste. See if I tasted like my mother.”

I hugged her tight as she spoke. My fingers traced up and down her back as she nuzzled her nose into my chest.

“I’m so sorry. What did you do?”

“I moved out.”

“Good for you. You never told your mother.” Her eyes held mine as she spoke and I could feel her breath on my lips.

“I tried, but she wouldn’t listen.”

“You were so brave for trying, and for leaving.”

We both lay there, breathing each other in. She placed her hand on my face and I leaned in and felt her lips against mine. I closed my eyes as I tried to remember why this was so wrong.

Why wasn’t I inside her?

Everything in this moment felt so right. I deepened the kiss as my mind came up blank as to why I should stop. She scooted up on the bed to where we were lying side by side, kissing.

I ran my hand along her leg, so smooth. She moaned as I touched her, and I lifted her leg to drape it across my body.

“Holly, we can’t.” I didn’t know why these words were leaving my lips.

“Shh, I want this. Kevin please.”

In an instant, I remembered. She was drunk. I tried to pull away, but my body wouldn’t budge.

“You’re drunk. I want you, but not like this.”

“I’m not that drunk anymore, please.” Her tiny whimper made my body come alive. I stopped touching her and propped myself up to where she was slightly underneath me. Gazing into her eyes, I searched for any signs of why I shouldn’t take her. Why I shouldn’t be inside her.

Her eyes were more clear, yet I couldn’t be sure. I wanted her, I needed her. Inviting her here was the best decision I’d ever made. She was making me feel again.

While I sat there staring down to her, she ran her finger along my jaw.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

My mind was spiraling out of control with reasons why I should or should not, but I pushed them aside. Maybe I was being selfish, maybe she would hate me in the morning, but right now it didn’t phase me. I needed her.

I kissed her, with everything. I climbed on top of her as she wrapped her legs around me. Her body was tight and firm, and my hands moved everywhere. I tried to focus on anything but the heavy feeling in my chest.

I grinded my body on top of her, digging my erection into her warmness.

I still had my jeans and shirt on, and she was in her panties and bra. Needing to taste her sweet skin, I moved my lips down her neck, toward her breast.

With one hand, I felt along her back for the bra strap and removed it away from her body. She had the greatest tits I’d ever seen. They were full and her hard pink nipples were in my mouth before I could stop.

Every nerve ending of mine is ablaze with fire, and yet I know this is wrong. My body is in transit, to a destination of the best moment of my life, yet I need to stop.

I suck on her, making her squirm. She moans and it fuels my desire. My mind is in battle, fighting to remain on course.

I stop kissing her and lean up on both arms. “We can’t.” I shake my head and crawl off her.

Her blue eyes glare at me with fury, and I head into the bathroom. Turning the shower on as hot as I can, I remove my clothes.

Fuck, why did I stop?

As the water sprays over me, my hardness calms. Every inch of her body engulfs my mind as I stood there, feeling like a fool.

Her smile entraps me, her blonde hair and dark blue eyes caress me. I needed to remember why she was here.

After washing my body and trying to scrub away my yearning for her, I left the shower.

As I tiptoed back into the room, Holly was fast asleep in the bed. I dried off and threw on some boxers. When I lift the covers I see she is only in her panties, and I groaned.

I was hard all over again as I listened to her even breaths. Gazing at the ceiling, I tried to sleep.