She pats my chest. “I’m sure you’ll manage, cowboy.” She leans back and gnaws on her lower lips. “Maybe wear your Stetson over.”
I sense a bit of kink gravitating from her. I like it. I like it a lot. “How’s your head feel?”
“Good, let’s go.”
I struggle to walk the hallways and ride the elevator without touching her. I steal a touch on the small of her back as we exit the elevator. It’s a fucking tease that drives my body wild.
There’s no room to wait inside The Hungry Fox for our orders of chicken ‘n’ dumpling soup. The dinner-style restaurant is packed full. Every table taken. It has an old-school fifties vibe to it. Red and white booth seats. Checkered black and white floor. And neon strips of light along the wall border. It’s nothing like the rustic theme throughout the rest of the lodge.
We stroll over to the sitting area across the from the restaurant’s door. I sink into a brown leather couch with Buffalo plaid throw pillows.
“Wait here.” I watch Maggie’s tight ass sashay to a cocoa wagon. They’re stationed all about the lodge, usually by sitting areas.
She carries back two paper cups. “One for you.” She hands me a red cup. “There is a secret stash in the lodge, did you know that?” She stands by the small fireplace on the brick wall.
“I did not. What kind of secret stash?” I blow the hot chocolate. Steam wafts off the top.
“Marshmallow secret stash.” Her hand hovers above four ornamental birch stumps on the fireplace mantle. Green garland flocked in snow weaves between them.
She glances to her right and left. Without ever moving her eyes. “Shhh.” She presses a finger to her smiling lips while her other hand lifts the top of one of the birch stumps. She sticks her fingers inside and pulls out a handful of mini marshmallows.
“Top secret.” She plops a few in my mug and drops the rest in hers.
“What other secrets are hiding in the lodge?”
“If I showed you, I’d have to kill you.”
Our order only takes a few minutes. We don’t have enough time to finish our drinks, so we carry them up with us. At her room door, I take the two bags of soup and juggle my hot chocolate while she scans her key card. I follow her inside. Sadie and Betty are nowhere to be seen. I set her bag of soup containers on the counter.
“Thanks.” She leans her derriere on the counter and curls her fingers around edge of the counter top.
“No problem.” I lean against the counter beside her.
“You should likely check on your granddad.” Her head angles upward.
“I likely should.” I don’t move.
“You’re making it weird,” she says, but her hand slides around mine. Her fingertips rub the inside of my palm.
“Today’s been a whole lotta weird.” I pull her alongside my front.
“I agree.” Her free hand slips up the front of my shirt. Her eyes darken with desire.
The time for games and everything rated PG is over. Our hips press against each other. My mouth swoops down and covers hers with an intense kiss. Gentle and soft is gone. This kiss is hot and heavy. There’s no hesitation from either of us. My hands fall on her hips and loop around to her ass. My fingernails dig into her denim clad cheeks. Her arms circle my neck as I hoist her onto the counter. Her legs hug my hips and draw my throbbing bulge perfectly aligned between her legs.
God, I need her naked.
She tastes so fucking good. I devour every last inch inside her mouth before my lips wander to her jaw and down her neck. She arches back with a moan. It’s sexy as hell. I hear a ravenous groan swell deep in my chest. My hands roam her amazing body. Her ass. Her hips. Her breasts. Still, too much clothing.
Her hands catch the sides of my face and she drags me toward her for another round of hungry kisses. Our tongues playfully entwine. When her hands slide under my shirt, electricity shoots through me.
Breathless, I tug my lips from her. “We should go to your room.” The throbbing between my body twitches.
“Yes,” she says, breathless. “It’s the one in the middle.”
I pick her up when a loud crash comes from one of the rooms. I swear I hear a giggle or laughter. Apparently we’re not the only ones having a good time. But I’m not surprised, Sadie knows what and who she wants.
“Grams,” Maggie says.
