Grayson could not deny that his pants were starting to feel a bit tight as Holly sat down on his lap, her bottom resting on his left leg and her thighs over his right one. He had his arm wrapped around her and was pleased to feel how generous her hips were. She was not as bone-thin as most women tried to be, thinking that was what men wanted. No, he liked the Marilyn Monroe types, a little more to hold onto. She was shorter than him, Grayson still having to stare slightly down at her, while Holly seemed to be avoiding looking directly at him. He longed to see those deep blue eyes of hers up close. Earlier, he had been unable to stop staring at them while giving her the eggnog. Her eyes held such intelligence and something much deeper that he wished to explore further to find out what it wa
