A Little Mistletoe, Merry Christmas Kyle...

Merry Christmas to each of you. I pray that your day is filled with much joy, love, and peace. Here's a little Christmas romance to brighten your day. It's the final day of Isabella and Kyle's story. Enjoy...

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A LITTLE MISTLETOE, A CHRISTMAS ROMANCE...

Isabella and Kyle spent the night before talking in his room until four in the morning. He had allowed her to fall asleep in his lap on the couch. When she awoke the next morning it was Christmas Eve, and he escorted her back to her room.

Most of her day had been spent relaxing and reading, although she had gotten a little skiing in. Kyle had meetings throughout the day and was unable to entertain her until late that evening.
They had met in the lobby for a late dinner and then prepared to retire to her room for the evening. She found it interesting that she had known him such a short while, but she seldom wanted to be away from him.

As they made their way back to the lobby after their dinner was over, Kyle halted them in their steps.

“Hey, look, it seems like your people are leaving,” he said, pointing to Troy and Kayla.

Isabella smirked. “I’m glad to see the lady has some class after all. I guess she realizes she deserves better, and Troy wasn't giving her his best, by bringing her here with me.”

“I hear ya. I believe any woman worth having is worth spending the extra time, attention, and money on to keep her by your side.”

“Oh do you now?”

“Yes, I do,” he replied, kissing her softly on the lips.

She smiled shyly at him. “You know you seem to be finding a lot of reasons to kiss me lately. What’s the excuse this time?”

He pointed above their heads in the archway. “A little mistletoe.”

Smiling back up at him, Isabella couldn’t resist kissing him of her own accord.

As they made their way towards the stairwell, Kayla and Troy stopped them in their paths.

“Look, I wanted to apologize if I’ve done anything on this trip to make it uncomfortable for the two of you,” Troy said, extending his hand to Kyle, who willing accepted it.

“I also want to apologize to my lady here for subjecting her to a trip paid for on someone else’s expense,” he said, pointing to Kayla who appeared agitated as usual.

Kyle looked at Isabella with a knowing smile.

“And Isabella, I want to—”

“Troy, don’t apologize to me. I’m not saying that to be nasty. What I’ve come to realize is that sometimes when one door closes, it’s because there's another better open door somewhere along the journey.”

She looked to Kyle who smiled at her and took her hand into his own. He pressed a soft kiss to her fingertips, and winked at her.

“What I’m saying Troy is that you were good for the time that what we had was good…but thank you for moving on and making room in my life for something greater. I wish you and Kayla much happiness.”

“Hmphh,” Troy muttered, rolling his eyes and smirking. “Ya’ll have a Merry Christmas. Me and Kayla are out.”

Kayla flipped her hair and made her way to the front door, with Troy sulking behind.

Kyle and Isabella continued their interrupted trip up the stairwell.

He stood outside of her door as she entered the room.

“Come in, Kyle,” she invited in a sultry voice.

“Are you sure you want me to come in? We don’t have to play the game anymore now that they’re gone.”

“I want you to come in because I would like to spend some personal time alone with you.”

Kyle entered her hotel room and watched as she strutted to the bathroom.

When Isabella returned she wore a long, red satin robe. Hidden underneath was a red satin nightie, trimmed in black lace.

Kyle poured both of them a drink and handed a glass to Isabella. She sat beside him and took a sip.

“Do you believe everything that you said downstairs, Bella?”

“Of course I do, otherwise I would not have said it. I don’t usually speak so freely about things I don’t feel.”

“Good. Because I really want to be that better door that’s open in your life.” 

He took her glass from her hand and placed it on the low glass table in front of them. Threading his fingers through her long hair, he pulled her towards him and kissed her.

Isabella sat up on her knees and scooted closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

The sweet cherry taste mixed with Vodka on his lips, made her want to explore his mouth more. When he opened it, Isabella moaned at the coolness of his tongue against her own.

Kyle slipped his fingers inside of her robe and tugged it down her shoulders. Pulling away from the kiss briefly, he perused body and slowly nodded his head.

“Like what you see?” she asked, feeling a bit bolder than she had in a long time.

“Yeah, I’m appreciating the view.”

Kyle kissed the expanse of her neck that was exposed. Isabella tossed her head back allowing him to have free reign. She had no idea of how much more teasing she could endure.

Her hands pulled at his white collared shirt, glad he had gotten rid of the tie earlier. He quickly began to unbutton each of his buttons, allowing her to tug his shirt free from his pants.

He stood up to remove his shirt and Isabella sat back on the couch to watch. She unintentionally flinched at the rippling, dark muscles exposed once his shirt was lying on the floor.

She stood up and grabbed his tank top and pulled it free from his pants, as well. Her long, gold fingernails raked themselves down his back. Kyle’s eyes darkened as he towered over her with a glowering look in his eyes.

Biting his bottom lip, he pulled Isabella close to him with one hand. Lowering his head he kissed her lips with a sense of urgency. Needing to taste him again, she opened her mouth, moaning into his, as she arched her body in a need to express the desire consuming her.

With one finger, Kyle removed the strap on her left shoulder, before moving to the right to do the same.

He stepped away from her and crossing his arm over his mid-section, and one arm over that, he rested his chin on his fist.

Chills ran up Isabella’s body as she waited for him to make his move. Suddenly becoming self-conscious, she placed her hands against her exposed breasts.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just figured out what you’re missing.”

“What’s that?”

“My lips on your body.” He grabbed her breasts with both hands and lightly teased her left nipple with his tongue. When he removed his lips to take in the right breast, the cool air in the room tickled her nipple, leaving it puckered.

Isabella dug her nails into his back and hissed at the intensity roaring throughout her body.

“Ohh, Kyle!” she moaned.

He picked her up and carried her into the room, and tossed her onto the bed.

Isabella’s chest heaved up and down, as she leaned up on her elbows and watched him remove the gold, foil wrapper from his trousers. He kicked his loafers off of his feet, before unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to his ankles.

It seemed as if it took forever for his state of undress to become complete. Isabella’s body was hot, and she needed him to douse out the flames.

With those lazy bedroom eyes, and the dark skin, Kyle looked like a panther stalking its prey as he made his way up the bed towards her.

He ran long, tapered fingers up the sides of her legs before reaching her thighs. Gently he tugged at them, and she willingly opened up the gates to her castle. Kyle’s fingers searched, explored, and pleasured before leaving her quivering on the bed, begging for his touch.

Reaching to the side of him, he picked up the wrapper he had discarded on his prowl towards her. Ripping it open, he sheathed himself, and began a leisurely excursion of giving her body the loving it had been deprived.

When her ecstasy was complete on a chorus of whimpers, he kissed the length of her body from the crown of her head, to the tips of her toes. He came back and sweetly kissed her mouth and eyelids.

“What was that kiss for? Did you find another little mistletoe,” she teased in a voice made hoarse by a repetition of shrieks and moans.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand, he looked back at her.

“No. I found a beautiful gift, baby. Merry Christmas, Bella.”

“Merry Christmas, Kyle.”

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Merry Christmas,

Chelle Ramsey