"That's okay. It's not needed." She finished her soup and sandwich and stretched. "Now how about that run?"
"You just want to see me naked."
She laughed. "You wish. My cat's been itching to get out."
"Then, by all means, let's accommodate her," he growled and began to strip.
She wasted no time undressing while discreetly watching him. Damn, he was sexy.
Within seconds of being naked, she shifted. She watched as he padded closer to her, then gently head-butted her while growling softly. She returned the headbutt and purred. Soon they were running through the snow, chasing each other and rough housing.
Two hours later, they were getting dressed. "This was fun, but fuck is it cold," she said, tugging her jacket on.
"It's getting later in the day, that's why," he replied. "Your cat is beautiful. What species?"
"I'm a lynx," she replied. "Your lion is gorgeous. Not surprising given the man," she added.
"You think I'm gorgeous?"
"You know you're sexy, lover boy, so don't play games," she said and shivered.
"Let's get you home before you catch cold. I'll drop you off at the Tasty Skull."
"Or you can take me home and come in for a drink," she countered.
"You sure about that, darlin'?"
"Absolutely." Maybe it was seeing him in all his naked glory. Or maybe she was just tired of fighting the pull between them.
If that's what you want, who am I to argue?" he countered as he helped her into the truck and got in himself then headed back to Thorne Bay.
"We're here," Frankie said once they reached her house. She led him inside, thankful there were no flowers waiting for her today. She didn't want to have to explain them and ruin their day.
"Make yourself at home while I change into something more comfortable," she said, heading to her bedroom.
Once there, she leaned against the door and took some calming breaths. She could still smell him on her from their rough housing and that made her want him more.
Shaking her head to clear it, she changed into a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt, sans bra and panties, and returned to the living room to find him sitting on the sofa.
"Fuck you're beautiful."
She scoffed at that. "Please, I'm in yoga pants and a T-shirt. That's hardly beautiful."
"Woman, you could make a potato sack look beautiful," he countered.
She felt herself blushing at the compliment. "Thank you. Can I get you a drink? I have bourbon and whiskey."
"Bourbon sounds good to me."
She went to the kitchen and poured them both a glass before bringing them back to the living room. She handed him his drink, but instead of sitting next to him, she slid onto his lap.
"Well, hello, darlin'."
"Hello yourself, lover boy. I'm tired of fighting," she breathed.
"You sure? Because there's no going back. Once I have you, you're mine."
"As sure as I can be." She downed her drink, set her glass down, then leaned in and kissed him.
