Shame he wouldn’t be able to do that as slowly as he’d planned.
There’d been a chance he could have pulled that off. Right back when he’d first seen her. Now, after years of wanting her and finally having her look at him with interest instead of detachment? Yeah, that wooing was going to be done around the fucking because there was no way he wasn’t getting inside that tight body soon.
He hoped he could hold out longer than a few hours. Hoped they’d get to watch a movie and eat dinner before he rushed her into the bedroom and fucked them both into next week.
Shit. If this storm kept going they could fuck into next week. Only getting out of bed for food. A smile curled his lips. That sounded like a great way to spend their forced confinement.
“How’s it looking?” Laura’s voice in his ear made him jump.
“Fuck woman. I didn’t hear you come up behind me.” He turned from the fireplace and took her in. She’d only put the thermal on after they’d parted earlier. “Are you warm enough in just that?”
“Yes. Stop worrying.” She pressed her hands to his face. “See. Warm.”
He placed his hands over her. They weren’t any colder or warmer than his. “Fine. But don’t push it.”
“I won’t. Promise.” She tugged her hands from beneath his and peered into the fireplace. “Now, how’s it looking?”
“Good. The flue is clear from this end and I know it is up top because I checked all the chimneys when I surveyed the roof the other day. We’re good to light a fire, I just need to grab some logs from the woodbox on the back porch.”
“How big is the woodbox? Maybe you should bring it inside?”
“Too big. I’ll load up a few times so we don’t have to go out for a day or so.”
“Okay. Want help?”
“You get the door. That way I won’t have to leave it open.”
“Let’s do it.”
“What movie did you pick,” he asked as he hunted up a pair of gloves.
“Home Alone.”
He grinned. “Classic.”
“Yep. It’s the only Christmas movie you own.”
“I’ve got more in storage. I thought about unloading everything now I’ve bought this place but with the work that has to be done I’m leaving it where it is. I haven’t needed any of it in years so it seems pointless to bring it here just to leave it all boxed up.”
“How much stuff do you have?” Laura pulled on the jacket he handed her. She might be staying inside behind the door but he wasn’t taking any chances.
“Enough furniture to fill a three bedroom apartment.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I packed up my place in New York and brought it with me even though I didn’t know where I’d be living at first.”
“And it’s taken you this long to find a place you like?” She looked at him with her head cocked to the side. “Nothing appealed before now?”
“I was waiting.” He didn’t elaborate. As much as he didn’t want to keep any secrets from her he didn’t want to overload her with his feelings either. And other than her, Nash hadn’t seen anything he wanted. Until he laid eyes on the inn a few months ago. “Wanted to be sure the place I bought was right.”
He opened the back door and ducked outside, cutting any further conversation off.
Laura dutifully opened and closed the door four times before he was satisfied he had enough logs to last out the worst of the storm. Brushing off his gloves, he headed for the bedroom. “I’ll clean up. You get the movie ready to play.”
He didn’t wait for a reply and he was back in under five minutes wearing clean sweatpants, a long sleeved t-shirt and thick socks on his feet.
She was on the couch, steaming bowls of stew and mugs of what smelled like hot chocolate on the coffee table.
