It took him a minute to drag his gaze past my breasts as I gestured angrily.
Realizing he’d been caught, he retrieved the towel I’d whacked him with, squinting through the one eye that hadn’t been smacked with the towel, and held it out in offering.
Wrapping it around me, I motioned for the second towel, accepting it with a dirty look, and started drying off my exposed skin with it.
He was still shirtless, and it was kind of damn distracting.
“If we’re going to be snowed in buddies,” I began, “there needs to be some ground rules. Boundaries. Personal space. These things are important to me.” It was hard to think beyond that when he leaned his backside against the counter, crossed his ankles, arms holding onto either side of the counter, and waited. While I was treated to an ab-tastic, arms bulging display from the front, the mirror at his back gave me a glorious view of the back of him, namely the bastard’s shapely, denim covered backside and those wide shoulders I was all too familiar with.
“The potatoes are done?” My eyes narrowed on him as he watched me.
Blue eyes glittering with more than hunger for food, he gave a short nod.
It was hard to decide what was more enticing in that moment— taters or him.
“Don’t make a habit of this,” I grumbled. “I enjoy my privacy, ya know.”
“Cy say sorry,” he muttered, eyeing the water droplets on my skin I’d yet to catch, “but I not sorry at all.”
A splutter of a laugh escaped me. I stared at him, incredulous and yet oddly charmed. He was such a weirdo andI guess I was too if I was buying into his bullshit. “You’re impossible, did you know that?”
Cy grinned but admitted, “Yes.”
“Dick,” I muttered.
“Female,” he purred, if only just to irritate me.
Eyeing him the way he was eyeing me, I smiled. Cy’s rumbling purr cranked up and he sat up straighter.
“Do you want me?” Dropping the towel I was drying off with to the floor, my hands went to where my towel was secured, wrapped around me.
As if he hadn’t spent an inordinate amount of time naked with me already, he eyed me the same way he did that first time.
“Want. Very badly. Always want my Pru,” he admitted.
“Got a little something on your face right there.” Pointing at a spot near his mouth, I waited until he turned towards the mirror to inspect this mystery schmutz to make my move.
“Whoops. Better catch that drool! Cause you know you ain’t catchin’ me!” Ripping off my towel, I threw it at his head.
The surprised noise Cy made realizing I was messing with him cut off into a grunt as my towel smacked the back of his head and then fell over his face.
He purred as he caught a peek but not much more.
It gave me enough time to scramble past him but zero time to grab my clothes.
Cy sounded like an elephant trampling through the house as he gave chase.
Instead of heading for my room, I thought to trick him and duck down behind the couch in the living room.
Cy rushed right past me, assuming I went to my bedroom. I couldn’t help but have myself a little ogle of well shaped, fuzzy, bare buns. Someone had ditched their pants.
Creeping along the side of the couch, I hurried into the hall and rushed to the bathroom. There was no way to exactly be quiet about it with creaky old wooden floors under my feet.
I’d barely taken two steps and Cy came bursting into the hall.
“Mine,” he growled, as if the chase excited him as much as the naked lady running away from him.
“Only if you ask nicely,” I taunted as I was caught up, lifted up, and kissed so thoroughly my brain felt scrambled.
