There's Something About Christmas. Debbie Macomber

Emma said gratefully. “Thanks.”

      “Can Oscar stay with you?”

      “Sure.”

      “Good.” They exchanged room keys and he turned away. Then, as if he’d just thought of something, he turned back.

      “What?” Emma asked.

      “Nothing,” he said. Without another word he kissed her.

      At first Emma felt too stunned to react, but once she’d collected her wits, she was furious. He was trying to shock her, and she refused to give him a reaction. “What was that for?” she asked.

      Oliver stopped, shrugged, smiled. “Can’t say. All of a sudden, I had this urge to kiss you.”

      “Next time curb it.”

      He shrugged again. “Don’t know if I can.”

      “Try.”

      Just the way the edges of his mouth turned up annoyed her. “Come on, admit it,” he said. “You liked it.”

      Emma examined her feelings. If he wanted honesty, then she’d give it to him. “As kisses go, I guess I’d call it fair.”

      His grin slowly faded. “I don’t think so.”

      Before she could take a single step back, he pulled her into his arms again and brought his mouth to hers.

      Ample opportunity came and went for Emma to object. Her mind shouted at her to put an end to it right that minute but…she simply couldn’t.

      His mouth moved over hers with practiced ease. Emma parted her lips and moaned involuntarily. On second thought, maybe it was Oliver who moaned.

      They were still fully caught up in the kiss when Emma heard someone clear his throat. Even then, she didn’t make an effort to break away.

      “Oliver,” a man’s voice said.

      “Yeah, Oliver. We playin’ cards or not?”

      Oliver lifted his mouth from hers and slowly opened his eyes, as if she were the one providing the answers.

      “He’s playing cards,” Emma answered for him. She barely recognized her own voice. It didn’t matter. Oliver got the message.