The snowmobile is a beast, and I need this adventure. I’m positive that we both do. Daemon has been tense since the moment I saw him, and he needs to let loose.
I find the keys in the ignition, exactly where I knew they would be. Climbing onto the seat, I look over my shoulder to see Daemon shaking his head. Before I can tell him to climb on, he's also straddling the seat behind me, his hands settling on my waist like he's made peace with his poor life choices.
“Hold on,” I tell him.
He laughs behind me. “Hold on to what? My dignity? That left the building when I agreed to sneak off with you.”
Pressing the button on the keychain that opens the garage door, the dark room around us brightens as the white snow comes into view. I’m about to pull out of the garage when Daemon hops off the seat.
“What are you doing?” I ask, turning to face him.
Shaking his head, he wraps his arms around my waist, moving me back on the seat. A chuckle slips past my lips when I realize what he’s doing a second before he climbs back onto the snowmobile in front of me.
“I watched you throwing back glass after glass of champagne,” he shouts over the engine. “Now, you hold on.”
The cold burns my lungs as we pull out of the garage and take off down the path. Snow kicks up all around us into sparkling clouds of white. Behind us, the Georges’ house shrinks into the distance, but I can faintly make out the people on the back patio.
Maxton, Sage, and my sister…
A laugh bubbles out of me as I turn away from them and focus on the path ahead. My grip around his waist tightens, and I feel his chest vibrate as he groans at my touch.
I don't know where he’s going. He is just driving, following the tree line for a while before he turns onto a narrow clearing through the woods. One of his hands reaches behind, gripping my thigh and causing my entire body to heat up. His mouth is near my ear.
Soon, we break through the treeline in front of an adorable cabin of dark wood and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the frozen lake. He pulls the snowmobile to a stop near the steps leading to the front door of the quaint little cottage.
Daemon climbs off first, pulling a key from his pocket as he stares at me. His eyes seem brighter than they did back at the party, and I think I was right about him needing to do something wild tonight.
“Is this place yours?” I ask, stumbling off the snowmobile after him. His strong hand steadies me before my shaking legs give out.
“Just until tomorrow.” He holds out his hand to me, and I don’t hesitate before lacing my fingers with his. Together, we walk inside his secluded rental.
It’s warm inside the small space despite the excess of windows lining every wall. To the left there is a small kitchen area with a two person table, and on the right, there’s a sofa and a television mounted above an electric fireplace. Straight ahead is a giant, king-size bed, covered in blankets and pillows that look so cozy.
Quickly, I kick off my boots and toss my jacket into the hook by the door. With a flirty smile over my shoulder, I walk across the room and climb up on the bed.
Daemon follows my lead, removing his shoes and jacket by the door. He saunters toward me, looking my a fucking dream in a suit. Stopping a few feet from the bed, he smiles and says, “You're trouble.”
My head tilts to the side as my smile grows. “You're just now figuring that out?”
Before I can say anything else, he closes the distance between us in two strides, finding a spot between my spread thighs. His hand comes up, tangling in my curls and forcing my head up until our eyes lock.
“Tell me to stop.” His words are barely a whisper as he leans down, pressing his forehead to mine.
“No,” I sigh. My hands grip his suit jacket and push it off his shoulders.
His next breath is unsteady. “Tell me this is a mistake.”
I shake my head, rolling my forehead against his. “I’m not going to do that.”
“Tell me this is crazy.” He drops his face to my neck, inhaling deeply before his nose ghosts against my skin.
“It’s definitely crazy.” My hands pull at his tie, undoing the knot, and throwing it across the room.
“Tell me you don’t want this…” His words trail off a moment before he nips at the sensitive skin of my collar bone. A deep, rumbling groan vibrates against my skin causing goosebumps to break out, pebbling my flesh.
“I do want this. I want you.”
Daemon tears his face away from my neck, and his eyes bounce between mine, ensuring that I’m being honest about what I claim to want. Whatever confirmation he’s looking for must be there, because in a flash, his mouth is on mine, and he’s prying my lips apart with his tongue.
