"Hi." I turned at the sweet sound of her voice. 

"Hi," I whispered back, surprised to see her here.  She looked so edible, her black coat parted to reveal a tight red sweater dress. I swallowed hard as my eyes took her in. The dress molding to every curve of her breasts and hips. Her legs were encased in black leggings and boots. And she stood there, looking all sexy and innocent all at the same time. The woman was going to drive me insane.

"I was just in the neighborhood and I, um...here."

She lifted a metal can up to me. It had a big Santa painted in the front and she had wrapped it in a big red bow. "I made them last night. They’re my grandmother’s recipe."

I lifted my brow and smiled at her as I opened the lid. The aroma of sweet chocolate wafted up into the air and I inhaled deeply. I stared down at the Christmas tree shaped cookies and grinned. Lifting one up, I smiled at her.

"Now who told you these were my favorite."

She bit her lip. “I may have had a lengthy conversation with Maggie.”

I chuckled, and I could tell she was anxiously waiting for me to take a bite. I held her gaze as I bit into the freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. It was soft and sweet, just like her.

"Mmmm, now that’s the best cookie I’ve ever eaten."

"Really? They really came out good?"

I nodded, taking another bite. "I don’t know if I love them cause they’re my favorite or because you made them for me." I glanced at her as I finished the cookie and chuckled as she blushed.

"So, this is your office?" She asked, quickly changing the subject. She perched her pretty ass on my desk and I had this urge to lie her back and show her just how much I love her cookies.

I nodded, coming towards her. I leaned over her, pressing my body to hers as I placed the can of cookies by my computer. When I looked down, she had pressed her hands on my chest and was staring at my lips.

“I used to watch you, you know.” My confession pouring out of me without a filter. “You...you were very pretty,” I whispered as her eyes met mine.

“I was wondering…” she whispered. “Did you watch me?”

I nodded and reached out to twist my finger around a soft curl. “I saw you once. You were standing at the water’s edge and when you thought no one was watching you slipped off that thin white nightgown of yours and let it pool at your feet.”

“But you were watching,” she whispered.

I nodded. “I’ll never forget how angelic you looked as the moonlight highlighted every curve of your body right before you leapt into the water. Fuck, I can still remember it clear as day.”

“How many times?” She watched me carefully as I answered.

“Just that once.”

“How much did you see?” Her voice quivered slightly.

I leaned forward and her breath fluttered hotly against my lips. “I saw all of you.”

She gasped. “All of me.”

I nodded grazing my lips over hers. She let out a small sigh. “Who are you?” She whispered.

“Someone who would never hurt you, baby girl,” I fiercely stated, meaning every word. “A man who has been dreaming about you for a long time.”

“Perv,” she whispered teasingly.

I smirked, enjoying how our breaths mingled. “I’d never guess that ten years later I’d get to see you again, Miss Snow. You’ve definitely grown into a beautiful woman, baby girl.”

She licked her lips slightly and I gave out a low rumble loving how she shuddered at the sound of it.

“How old were you?” She asked, closing her eyes.

I traced my finger across her lips, down her chin and slowly traced her neck. “Back then I was twenty-six.”

“That was ten years ago,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “And it’s been a very long decade for me, baby girl.”

“Why is that so hot,” she whispered dreamily. “A grown man admitting to having seen my young naked body.”

I chuckled and gently wrapped my arms around her. She felt so perfect in my arms, so small pressed up against my body.

“I love that you find that hot, baby girl.”

“You need to stop calling me that,” she whispered, her hands stroking my chest in slow torturous circles. She looked lost in this haze of desire that was slowly taking us over.

I dipped down and ran my lips down her neck. “Why not? Does it bother you?” I frowned.

She looked down shyly. “No, it...it just sounds so intimate.”

My arms tensed around her, and I heard the tiniest of whimpers escape from those sultry lips. She was driving me crazy and she didn’t even know it. I knew I was talking things a little too fast, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Molding her to me I whispered to her. “Hmmm. What would you like me to call you? Princess?” I nuzzled her neck and she let out a small sigh. “How about, honey?” I kissed the back of her ear, dragging my nose down her neck as I lingered in her scent. She moaned and leaned back against me. “Or maybe, my love.”

“Ohhh,” she murmured sweetly and tilted her neck back, a universal sign that she was giving herself to me.

“Yes, that’s it. My sweet, sweet love,” I licked her slender neck enjoying the feel of her body shake against mine.

“Logan,” she breathed and gripped my shoulders.

“You like that, don’t you baby girl? Because you are my baby girl, Holly. You always will be,” I sucked on her neck and she moaned and fell back into my arms. I bent forward and continued to taste her, as she molded herself against me.

“Logan please.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want me to, baby girl. Because you mean the world to me. You mean everything to me.”

“Logan. Oh God Logan, please,” she pulled back slightly but I was too lost in her body.

My lips found hers and I couldn’t help but devour her mouth in mine. I felt her hands slowly wrap around me and I held her tightly as I kissed her. The kiss was hard and deep, filled with all the passion I had been holding back in the last few years.

“Logan,” she whispered against my lips.

I grazed her tongue with mine gaining a moan as I continued to kiss her. Our tongues tangled, tasting and suckling one another. After a moment she broke the kiss, leaning back and staring at my breathlessly.

“Logan, we need to stop. This is crazy. I just met you,” She breathed heavily, pressing a hand to her lips. She moaned, giving herself away as I held her tightly. “Logan, I…I can’t. I shouldn’t.”

“Holly, you can’t deny this pull between us.”

She shook her head and I felt like I was losing her. “No. I can feel it. But it’s too fast, too intense. I need to think.” She pulled away from me and I reluctantly let her go.

“Holly...” I reached for her, but she pulled her arm away, her fingertips grazing my hand as she took a step farther back. Having her leave my arms felt like a sharp empty stab to the heart.

“I just wanted to thank you for the supplies, Mr. Garland. I appreciate all you’ve done for me.”

“Holly, please…”

She held up a hand, her fingertips shaking as she pressed her other hand to her lips. I could tell she had been just as affected by that kiss as I was.

“Tell me I can see you again?” My voice giving away my despair.

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

I swept my hand through my hair feeling hopeless. “Holly, please? We need to talk about this.”

We stood there for a moment, wordless longing spoken between us. I took another step towards her, feeling like she was slipping from my hands, but she turned away from me.

“Goodbye Mr. Garland.” She practically ran to the door and I could hear her truck start as she ran away from me.

I slammed my fist against the wall, feeling frustrated. What the fuck had just happened? Everything was going perfectly. She wanted it as much as I did, I could feel it. I could hear it in her moans and the way she clung to me. So why? Why had she stopped me?

I stared out the window. There was more that she wasn’t saying. I could feel it in her. A hesitancy that didn’t allow her to open up to me. She was afraid, and I wondered if that sweet innocent girl I had met so long ago, had been hurt along the way. My fists clenched in anger and frustration. If someone had laid a finger on my girl, I swore I would break them in two.