“You forget, you die,” he whispers. His hips are still pinned to mine, and I feel so weak beneath him, but my excitement only grows. My nipples harden beneath my clothes, and I’m glad my sweatshirt is thick enough to hide them. “How am I supposed to keep you alive if you don’t listen to me?”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough.”
He stares down at me, and every point of contact is like fire. My mind is a jumble of guilt and desire, my body aching to grind against him to find some relief. I want to tear down the walls between us, to leave myconscience behind in this wooded place, to allow myself to take what I want.
Him.
His face is close to mine, the fog of our breath penetrating the mask and curling between us, and when I shift beneath him, I feel it.
He’s hard.
Big, and solid, and pressed against my thigh.
His phone ringing slices through the silence, and he’s off me and answering within seconds.
“Yep?”
I cover my face with my hands, my underwear soaked, my cheeks burning red, because what the fuck was that? Not hours ago, I was agonizing over an almost kiss, and now I’m close to dry-humping him in the fucking snow.
Ella. Girl. What are you doing?
I tap my temple so hard it hurts.
“Seriously?” Gable says into the phone. “Nothing?” He holds his hand out to me, and I reluctantly take it so he can pull me to my feet. Then, with one arm and without a second of warning, he sweeps me up, carrying me bridal style back to the house. He remains on the phone, tone dripping with annoyance, and I squeeze my thighs together to fight of the urge to come from the sheer act of strength and chivalry.
Since when was Gable Flynn like this?
He’s rude. Obnoxious. Talks regularly about how he’d like to kill me.
Now he’s carrying me through the snow. Making me wet. Almost kissing me.
Once we’re back in the house and he places me on my feet, he ends the call and pulls the mask off, running his hand through hishair to fix it.
“Looks like we’re going to be here into the new year.”
My shoulders slump. “Really?”
He nods. “It was another dead end. We found someone who had spoken to Barnaby about an important delivery, but he never mentioned what the delivery was or anything about a drive.”
Fuck. Every time we seem to get close, we get shoved back to square one.
I guess I’m spending Christmas with Gable, then.
Chapter 34
Gable
Itoss my phone onto the bed, officially bored of receiving bad news. Another dead end, another waste of time and money, and I’ve never been more desperate to get the hell out of this cabin.
Ever since that fucking drill the other day, I’ve been watching Ella more. She hasn’t brought up what happened, and neither have I, but it’s clearly on both our minds. It’s in the air and the way she is around me.
I nearly fucked her in the snow. I was hard as a fucking rock, her pussy invitingly hot through her jeans, and I’d almost tugged them down and fucked her senseless. Thank God Cleo called and snapped me back to reality.
But now, the atmosphere is thick and heated between us.
We never touch anyway, but now if we even come close, she tenses. So do I. I give her far too much room to pass in the hallway, and when the shower in her en suite stopped working and I saw her in a towel, I fell back into my room and slammed the door shut to avoid her.
