That’s good.
Ice cream always satisfies.
I hop up on the island, facing the window that looks out to the property, and let my feet dangle as I take another spoonful. I like it when the house is quiet and dark. Even through the window, I can see that it’s a cloudless night, and there are a billion stars shining tonight. There’s no light noise out here in the middle of nowhere.
Suddenly, the air shifts, and I feel Ryker walk into the room behind me.
“You okay?” he asks from the doorway. His voice is low and a little rumbly, and just as sexy as the rest of him.
“Sure.” I don’t look back at him, just hold the pint out. “Want some?”
He takes it out of my hand and lifts my spoon to his mouth, taking a bite, and then boosts up onto the countertop next to me, almost touching me, and I can feel the heat coming off him.
I almost choke when I glance his way.
He’s shirtless.
Because of course he is.
And he’s in gray sweatpants.
Because of course he fucking is.
He passes the carton back to me, and I lift the spoon to my mouth and hope that it’s dark enough in here that he can’t see the way my body is betraying me, or how my breathing has picked up.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks.
I shake my head and scoop up more ice cream. “You?”
“No. Must be a full moon or something.”
I glance at the window. “I don’t see any moonlight out there.”
“Hmm.”
He takes the carton from me, scoops up a bite, and then passes it back.
“What’s on your mind, Trouble?”
You. Me. Naked.
I can’t say that.
“All kinds of things, I guess. You?”
“Nothing and everything,” he replies.
“Yeah, that’s a good way to put it.” I lean against him, wanting just a little physical contact, and let out a small sigh.
To my surprise, he jumps off the counter and starts to pace.
Ryker’s always been a pacer. Whenever he’s deep in thought, his feet are moving.
“Thank you again for my booth,” I say, needing to fill the quiet with something other than my desire to reach out and touch his smooth skin. “It’s seriously amazing, Ry.”
He nods and pulls his hand down his face, as if he’s agitated. “You’re welcome. I feel better having you here.”
“I know. I hate the drive too.”
