I shouldn’t be surprised that his pancakes are fluffy, delicious, and leave me wondering about my need to increase my post-Christmas workouts. Especially if I keep eating at this rate.
“Okay, so what’s next on your list of things that must be done today?” I ask.
He smiles with glee. “We need to build a snowman.”
“A snowman. Outside. Where the temperature must have dropped considerably with the storm?” My pitch increases slightly with each word.
“Yup.” He joins his hands together in excitement and then takes a box from under the table. “I have a scarf, a hat, and buttons, or maybe a tie. I haven’t decided yet. Also, some extra accessories just in case.”
“You are aware that we’re both from the West Coast, the side that doesn’t get snow, and we’ll freeze our nuts out there.”
“Aww, Coach, don’t worry. I’ll look after your nuts. Speaking of which.” He gets up and comes to straddle me. “You owe me an answer.”
My hands go instinctively to his waist. “I didn’t exactly come prepared. I wasn’t expecting to…you know…”
“End up having mind-blowing sex?”
I laugh. “You’re setting a high expectation there.”
Curtis tilts his head and sensually runs his hand up his neck, making my mouth dry and my balls tight.
“I know my skills,” he says, letting his indicator finger skate over his lips before taking it in his mouth and sucking until it comes out with a pop.
“I was talking about mine,” I swallow. I’ve never had doubts about my skills in bed, but Curtis is so different from anything I ever thought I’d experience.
He cups my face and looks into my eyes with the most earnest expression I’ve ever seen. “Riley, if you want this and I want this, it’ll work. We’ll fit together like cheese on pizza, like butter on bread, like icing on cake, like—”
“Are all your analogies food related? You’re making me hungry, and I’ve just had breakfast.”
He laughs. “How about we’ll fit together because my ass has been waiting for that big dick of yours for months, so it’ll fit. We’ll not only fit, it’ll be magical.”
“Christ.”
He cradles my face and looks into my eyes. “Do you want it? I’m not pushing you, am I, because Juju always says when I set my mind on something—”
Shutting him up with a kiss is my new favorite thing to do. The moment my lips touch his, there’s an automatic switch in Curtis where his walls come down and he lets me in.
“I want it, Curtis.” I close my eyes and say a silent little prayer. “Come on. Let’s build that snowman. I need to cool down now.”
He practically jumps off me and runs to the door. He puts on his boots, complaining about the laces, and then his coat, hat, and gloves.
“You forgot your box.” I grab it and take it to him. I get ready, and we both leave the warmth of the cabin to face the freezing cold outdoors.
It’s significantly colder than yesterday and the layer of snow is deeper. I’m not convinced we can do anything, but Bubble is like a kid in a candy store.
“Look, I found his arms!” He comes back from the edge of the forest with some twigs. He sets them by the box and puts his hands on his hips. “Okay. How do you build a snowman?”
I shrug. “I skipped that class to watch the cheerleaders practice.”
He pushes me, and I lose my footing and end up sideways in the snow.
“You ass, you’re going to pay for that.” I bunch up some snow and throw it at him, but he’s too fast and avoids being hit.
“Don’t underestimate the cheerleaders.” He sticks his tongue out at me.
“I wouldn’t d—” A snowball hits me square in the face.
I stand and run to catch him, but the bastard is lean and fast.
