My mind instantly flashes to the reverse harem sex scene I finished during my lunch break at work the other day. A full hour spent delicately adding the perfect amount of veins to every cock. All five of them.
“Just… character art for romance books. People like to collect it—especially the stuff that isn’t exactly safe for work.” I gulp, searching his face for judgement. Despite seeing none, I counterwith, “I mean, that’s really asmall, tiny, miniscule part of what I do. I make most of my money with illustrated book covers and cutesy type character art.”
“Yet you didn’t want to draw me in the hotel room? I’m crushed.” He throws himself backward into the snow with a hand clutching his chest.
The watercolour sky swirls around us, and all I want to do is tell him how many times I’ve drawn him in the months since that night. How often I’ve poured over the page until the early morning hours, ensuring I don’t forget a single detail.
“The hotel room has a notepad and pen on my bedside table,” he whispered into my ear as the elevator tipped from floor to floor. “I can’t wait for you to draw me like a French girl.”
“Lucas,” I hissed, eyes darting to the man sharing our confined space. The quote wasn’t even right, but that was beside the point. “I’m not doing that.”
“Because you’ll be too busy riding my cock to draw it?”
Heat flared through my skin, and I elbowed him in the stomach. His small groan against my neck had my thighs clamping together.
With a ding, the doors opened, and our friend evacuated the elevator without another glance in our direction. And I climbed Lucas like a tree before they’d fully shut again. Lips crashing into his, I wrapped my thighs around his waist and relied on his tree-trunk arms to support my weight. He pressed me into the wall, consuming me, his lust for me evident between his legs.
“Fuck. I need it,” I keened between frantic kisses, wanting every scrap of fabric between us gone as soon as possible. My fingers tightened around the shirt lapel, and his hands moved to grip my ass to steady us.
I needed to feel him.That exact second.Not in five floors.
What kind of asshole books a room on the twenty-fifth floor?
“Lucas,” I whined, grinding against him like I was in heat. Any friction. Any touch. That’s all I needed to set me over the edge. I’d never been like that with a man before—so hungry for any piece of him I could get.
“Almost there.” Hot breath against my skin.
“Almost there,” I moaned, finally catching his belt against my clit through the fabric of my dress, inching myself so close I—
“What do you think?” Lucas’s deep voice brings me back to the present.
“Sorry, I didn’t…” I press my frozen fingertips to my fiery cheek. “I missed what you said.”
“I said your cabin’s surrounded by so many trees, and you probably won’t have enough feeling in your fingers to sit outside painting. So, if you want to try painting the northern lights, the window next to my wood stove has a great view.” He sits up, leaving the perfect imprint of his body behind. The back of his coat’s soaked through, and he smiles down at me. “What do you think?”
“Lucas…” My stomach lurches, and I glance over at him just as a snowflake lands on the tip of his long, dark eyelashes. Scrambling, I spring up, breath fogging around my face. “I didn’t come here to intrude on you, or make things any more stressful for—”
A huffing laugh clouds the air. “You’re the farthest thing from an intrusion. I already told you that last night. Or did exposure to the cold ruin your memory?”
“It could also be from breathing burnt soup fumes earlier.” I slam a closed fist dramatically into my chest. “You’re saying I could’ve just sauntered on over the moment I realized I couldn’t light a fire?”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“Cool.The hypothermia on night one was all for nothing. So far, this place is getting a two-star review.”
“Close brush with death and still give two stars? Damn, you’re easy to please.”
My eyes fall to the deep cupid’s bow above his upper lip. Then along the stubbled jaw, before winding down his body like the gentle curves of a river. My gaze traipses the landscape and pools in places I need a moment to linger. “Only because the hot ranch owner let me sleep in his bed to make up for it.”
“Maybe don’t put that in your review.”
I shrug. “Would’ve bumped it to a three if I’d had somebody there with me. You know… for body heat.”
“In that case, skin to skin is actually most effective.” He sits up, and his hand flexes over his crooked knee. “Damn, I missed this. The back and forth with you.”
“You could’ve called,” I say. “I know you didn’t have my number but…”
I could’ve, too.
