Smirks.
LikeI told you soor something.
“You’re—really good—at that,” I pant. “Did you—practice—on a—watermelon?”
He dips his head to my stomach and laughs.
I could lie here forever, running my fingers through his hair, my body warm from the afterglow of an orgasm.
But it doesn’t work that way when the power’s out, apparently.
He snags the covers and pulls them up over both of us as he settles next to me, pressing kisses to my shoulder and neck.
“I like you,” he murmurs.
“I like you too,” I whisper back while I arch into his erection again.
We both fall silent, letting our hands and our bodies do the talking as I hook a leg around his hip and scoot closer, rubbing my pussy against his cock again.
He holds my gaze as he slides into me, silently asking all of the questions.
Is this okay? Are you okay? Do you want more? Oh, right there, hmm? This too?
I can’t remember the last time I had four orgasms in under twelve hours, but here we are, with me biting his shoulder as I come hard and fast again, my body responding like this is what it’s been missing my entire life.
How is it so easy to be with him?
Is this the snowed-in effect?
Is it the fire?
Or is it simplyhim?
While we lie panting, limbs still tangled, both of us still on our sides, he once again pulls me closer.
I don’t date guys who pull me closer. I date guys who get off, say things likethanks, love, let’s do that again soon, and get back up and go about their days.
But Cash—he’s sighing that bone-deep, contented sigh as I snuggle closer against his body.
If the real world didn’t exist, if we didn’t eventually have to leave here—possibly on foot to get to the nearest cabin through the snow if we run out of firewood—I’d let myself be happy.
Believe in this.
But I know it can’t last forever.
Especially when his stomach grumbles too.
“Possibly that was more of a workout than breakfast?” I tease.
He shifts, leaning over me to grab the chocolates, then settles back in close.
He feeds me one first, then pops one in his own mouth. “I haven’t had candy for breakfast since I was a kid.”
“Living on the edge out here.”
“I’ll be hyped up like a chipmunk in the next thirty minutes.”
I lean my head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
