Smirking, I scoot closer to her. “Hey, Em, ya cold?”
Her eyes are owlishly big when she stares at me like she still can’t tell what I’ll do next. I like that look on her a lot.
“I got ways to warm ya up, y’know,” I whisper when I slide even closer to her, my lips landing on her hair. She smells so sweet.
“If you’re referring to sex, I’m still sore from this morning,” she says, straight to the point and straight through my heart.
My jaw drops. Full stop. No recovery.
Lix makes a sound he tries to swallow. He turns his head toward the trees with a hand over his mouth, doing the world a favor by laughing away from me.
Em keeps eating. Chews carefully. Sips her soup. Nods to herself like she’s evaluating a study outcome and not casually hacking my confidence into pieces.
I stare at her. “You could’ve said that another way.”
She glances at me over the rim of the thermos. “No, thank you.”
Lix clears his throat, still facing away. “Besides, you walked into that one, Stan.”
“No, I didn’t,” I deny, placing a hand on my chest. “I was offering to warm her up like a true gentleman.”
“You were subtly offering sex,” Em replies. “By a cliff during winter. I won’t take my pants off, and I won’t get sorer than I presently am.”
My hand grips at my shirt. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”
I groan and flop back onto the blanket, staring up at the white wintry sky.
“I bring my beauties to a cliff. I help plan a picnic. I’m using my best lines. Ticking off the romantic checkboxes here. But this is what I get?”
“I could watch,” Em offers.
My spine shoots up straight in an instant. I grin, lopsided, needing her to say more. “Watchwhat?” I ask.
Em doesn’t answer right away. She sets the thermos aside, then smooths down the too-long sleeves of my coat over her wrists.
Her eyes move between me and Lix. Slow, sultry, sexy as fuck. I don’t know how she does that while looking like she’s just taking inventory.
“Well,” she says, tucking her legs beneath her. “I’d like…”
Lix loses his breath. Loud enough that I hear it. He keeps his eyes on her, waiting. We both are. For permission, for her direction, for her to boss us around like she did a little last night.
I sit up to face her, brow arched and grin widening. “You gonna elaborate, gorgeous? Or should we surprise ya?”
She’s looking at us like she’s about to conduct a study instead of dismantle us. “Please kiss,” Em says. “Slowly.”
Lix looks at me. His cheeks are pink, mouth slightly open. But he doesn’t say a word.
I don’t either. Instead, I grab a fistful of his leather jacket and haulhim in before he can think any better.
Our mouths crash together. The sound he makes is somewhere between a sexy groan and a surprised laugh. He stumbles into me, hands flying to my sides, body answering on instinct. We’ve done this plenty of times by now, so this isn’t hard.
I mean, I sure as hell am. And so is he.
But putting on a show for Em by making out with the prettiest man on Earth?Easy.
My eyes point to Em. She’s watching, looking hypnotized, with her pretty pink lips parted. She looks so pleased, it goes straight to my twitching cock.
That makes me act bolder.
