“Luckily, I have no plans of leaving these four walls,” I tell her as I help her out of her rain poncho which has parrots on it. That’s what I like about her, she brings humor to everything, including the things she hates. “I didn’t order room service yet, wasn’t sure what you would want to eat. No joke, I ate peanut butter and jelly for lunch.”
“Grape or strawberry jelly?” she interrogates.
I scoff a sound. “Grape, of course. To be honest, I forgot how much I missed such a classic sandwich.”
She giggles and walks to the table to grab the menu, taking notice of the paper crane I made while I waited for her. “They actually have a really good plate of nachos here. The steak is good too—oh, and the pumpkin tortellini is to die for.”
“Just order a few things.” I walk to the mini fridge to grab a beer, and I hold up the bottle of wine, but she shakes her head.
“I drove here, and it’s raining. And staying the night is kind of out of the boundaries.” She clicks the inside of her cheek.
I grin at her logic, because I was wondering if she picked up on the obstacle of a dinner meet-up, but once again, she is making this too easy for me.
She closes the menu. “Okay, you will be ordering us nachos and two steaks.”
“I’m ordering?” I walk to her and grab the menu from her.
Violet pokes a finger into my chest. “Yes, because I already snuck my way up here to avoid Ted at reception. The last thing I need is someone recognizing my voice then starting the Lake Spark gossip train.” She holds her finger up into the air. “Gotta love our little Lake Spark bubble.”
“I guess. But lucky us, the inn went digital, and we can order via the TV.” She gives me an unimpressed pout. “Which I’m excellent at using, so I will handle that order right now,” I assure her, and her smile returns.
Two minutes later, we have food ordered and an ETA of forty-five minutes.
“Whatever shall we do while we wait?” Violet’s tone is flippant as she begins to unbutton her blouse. The view sends a spiral of heat straight to my dick.
My voice lowers, and I step closer to her. “Getting you on your knees is an idea. Just throwing out options.”
Violet’s eyes dance as she tips her chin up. Instantly, I hook my finger under her jaw to bring her lips to mine.
Relief fills me, because apparently the craving to kiss her all day was of a higher magnitude than I realized.
It’s the way she whimpers into my mouth because our lips refuse to part. Better yet, it’s her murmur when our tongues untangle for a second, while she drapes her arms over my shoulders and my hands frame her hips, pulling her tight to me. I like it all.
We fall back onto the bed, and I yank down the blouse, stealing a glimpse of her purple bra in the process. Fucking lace.
I’m far too fortunate.
She begins to tug on the bottom of my t-shirt. “Was my mouth on your cock an option too?” she purrs.
Extremely fortunate.
“Absolutely, but I’ve been dying to fuck your pussy for far too long. Maybe a quick round?” I toss her over my lap to ensure she’s straddling me. I want her to feel my hard dick thrusting between her legs.
But in a split second, the beautiful glint in her eyes entraps me, and suddenly, everything Ford said earlier runs through my brain.
The confident woman on top of me has a past, a puzzle piece that I want to find, when I have no right to.
Her face and movement still when she notices that I’m surveying her more intently, causing her eyes to narrow. “You okay?” she whispers.
An audible exhale escapes me because I don’t recognize this version of myself. Sex always comes first, except in this moment.
I pull her down to me for an embrace and tuck her head under my chin. “I need to ask you something.”
She retreats slightly and our eyes meet, hers fueled with concern. “What?”
“Ford mentioned something today about your accident.”
Instantly, she crawls off me and stands, my body feeling the loss of her, and an inkling inside of me is desperate to get her back in my arms.
