“I’m glad you like it.”
She turns to me, taking my hand. “No, Ridge, I don’t like it. I love it.”
“Not a bad first date?” I ask as I lift my beer.
She kicks my leg and rolls her eyes. “Please, you know this is a great date. You don’t need me stroking your ego.”
Before I can say anything, there is a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I yell out.
Harmony peeks her head in. “So sorry to disturb you, but we realized the chocolates and charcuterie weren’t placed in here ahead of your arrival. As compensation, we brought extra beer along with your goodies.”
“Oh, yes, please,” Rain says as she sits up.
Harmony slips inside, pulling a cart and parks it next to us.
“I will just leave this here for you two. If you need anything else, please call the front desk,” she says softly before slipping out of the room.
“Chocolate or charcuterie?” I ask.
“Let’s go charcuterie first,” she says.
I grab the tray and rest it on the ledge next to the tub.
“How are your hands feeling?” I ask as I place some meat on a cracker.
“Fine. They will probably be a little sore tomorrow since we climbed longer than I typically do, but I’ll be fine. You?” she asks, opening her mouth as I feed her the cracker with meat I just made.
My dick ignores my commands and hardens as she moans around the food.
I clear my throat. “I’m good.”
She nods as she grabs another cracker. “You probably have it better than I do. You have callouses on your hands.”
“I never thought about that,” I say, grabbing another cracker with meat for her.
“You’re a man,” she teases, bumping her knee into mine. “If you keep feeding me, you won’t have anything to eat.”
“Maybe I enjoy feeding you, Viper,” I tease.
“Really? Is that the nickname that’s going to stick?” she asks.
“I think it’s fitting for you. You are feisty as hell. Can kill with one strike, yet you are such a magnificent creature that I can’t help but want to keep you all to myself.”
Her breath catches as she stares at me. “Ridge.”
Her tone is low. I’m pushing too far, too fast. Not wanting to ruin things, I change the subject.
“Are you ready for the party next weekend?”
“I don’t know. Will there be any more surprises?” she asks, raising a brow.
“The only surprise I know of isn’t really a surprise.” I shrug.
“Oh, do tell…if you can,” she says, leaning forward slightly.
I have to force my eyes to stay on her face and not drop down to her breasts, which are right there. So close, yet so far away.
