Her body shakes.Is she laughing?“Why?” she giggles.
“Cause you smell amazing. Makes me wonder what you’ll taste like.” I hear her gasp and take the opportunity to smell her again. This time I let my nose trail up and down her neck and I swear I hear her moan my name quietly. Now I can’t get my own words out of my head. Whatwouldshe taste like? I poke my tongue out and gently lick up the side of her neck.
She gasps again, but this time I’m the one who moans her name.
“Penny…”
Harriet suddenly banks hard to the left, making me grip her feathers tighter. “Hold on!” I yell over the sound of the rushing wind. I see Penny’s fingers gripping the feathers tightly, and I just hope we can both hold on long enough to land.
My wish is granted when Harriet descends, slowing until shedrops the last couple of feet to the ground. I waste no time wrapping my arm around Penny’s waist and hauling her up against my chest sideways, my other arm under her legs, as I leap off the side and land in… something cold and wet.
Harriet immediately takes off and soars back into the sky. We both watch her go before turning back to where we’ve landed. All around us, as far as I can see, is… snow.Hell, we’re in trouble.
CHAPTER FOUR
PENNY
Well, this date just took an interesting turn. Not that I really thought it was a date. But I kind of wished it was one. Ryker was hands down the hottest man I’ve ever met, with his shaggy blonde tousled hair and his piercing blue eyes. He has to be six feet tall, making my five foot six height feel tiny. I loved it. His clothing was loose, so it was hard to tell what he was hiding under there, but he felt firm as he held me against him on the eagle’s back.
He wasn’t just hot either, the way he spoke to me with his charm and playful spirit, had my panties drenched from the moment we met. And I had to admit, I was glad he jumped up there with me. I might have fallen off without him holding me down.
Dammit, now that I think about it, I put us both in a lot of danger. He’s probably going to be pissed at me. I sneak a glance up at him, but he is just turning in circles as he holds me in his arms, his strong, firm arms.
“Ryker?”
“Hmm?” He looks down at me in concern. “Are you okay?”
He was worried about me after I got us in this mess? “Yeah, I’m fine, you can put me down now.” I didn’t want him to get tired holding me for so long.
“Oh, right.” He lowers my legs before helping me stand. He keeps his hands on my waist, as if I might fall without him holding me up. I grip his biceps and can feel the muscles hiding under his shirt. A shiver goes through me and I’m not sure if it’s from this icy terrain or the thought of what he could do with me, with arms like that.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. Oh no, was I staring up at him like a love-struck teenager?
I pull my lips in, biting them, before I answer. “I was just thinking this is the most exciting date I’d ever had.”
He barks out a laugh before shaking his head.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Red, but have you happened to see where we’ve landed ourselves for the second portion of our date?” He grips my shoulders and turns me to face the scenery. All I can see is snow, it seems to extend in every direction. Did that bird land us on the top of a snow-capped mountain?
He steps up beside me and grabs my hand, leading us down the snowy terrain.
Instead of harping on our undesirable surroundings, I respond to the last part of his statement as we trudge forward. “Third.”
“What?” he glances down at me from my side.
“This is the third part of our date. It started in the cave, then the second part was flying with Harriet, now we’re in the third part.”
“Hmm…” he says as we keep walking. “At what point does the first date end and the second date start?”
“After we go to sleep. New day, new date,” I say with a nod. I think that’s a good rule.
He smirks at me. “Okay, but how do I know if it’s a date or not?” Does he maybe not want to date me? Lord knows I sort of just dragged him into my mess. And he doesn’t even know why. He could already have a girlfriend, or a wife. No,please don’t let him be married, after the flirting he’s been doing, I would hate to hate him.
“Are you… married?”
“What? No!” he says in alarm.
“Girlfriend?” I ask to be sure.
