Page 169 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

“You’re forgiven,” I said.

“Let me go,” he demanded.

I wondered if I should torture him a bit more, but he was too adorable like this, horny and defeated and completely red. Yeah, I couldn’t find it in my heart to keep messing with him.

I let go of his arms and realized my mistake instantly. Damon swiped his arms down and flipped me onto the ground, turning us around and falling onto me.

“Trusting me was your biggest mistake,” he said in a cheesy villain voice. He sank onto me, slamming his lips against mine and kissing me so deeply that I lost my breath, the whole world shifting a degree away from its place with the intensity of the impact.

If that had been a mistake, I would happily repeat it a million times more.

Damon kissed me hard, then pulled back, picking up snow with two fingers only.

I whimpered and pleaded, but he slipped the freezing snow under my sweater, making me squirm and panic while he got up, standing proud above me and extending one hand to help me up.

I accepted it. We’d both lost. And we’d both won. The balance was restored to the universe, and we could have breakfast. Not bad at all.

“Next time,” I muttered, “we’re building a snowman instead.”

Damon grinned.

“What?” I asked.

He looked at me, eyes big and fiery. “There’s gonna be a next time?”

I hadn’t even thought about it. It had seemed like the most natural thing ever. Why would I ever do anything else? Why would I even consider it? Today was our last day in heaven, and we were returning to Northwood this afternoon.

We had spent days in the cabin and outside of it. We had gone on a snowy hike, had spent hours in the hot tub, had made love in every room twice, and had played Go Fish so many times that my mind was spinning.

How would there not be a next time? But I wasn’t going to be the loser who fell for a playboy, so I shrugged. “If you beg hard enough.”

Damon smirked and nodded. “If you behave yourself, I just might.”

We went into the log house for breakfast and piled up our plates with french toast, butter, all sorts of cheeses, and boiled eggs. Damon added a couple of sausages to his plate, poking one with a fork and waving it between us while making crass jokes. I put pancakes and syrup on another plate for us to share. Coffee was unlimited and delicious, flavored with a little bit of cinnamon to make you really aware that it was winter, as if a snowball fight hadn’t been enough.

And when we returned to the cabin to pack the last of our things, Damon took my hand and traced the lines of my palm.

“This was a great idea,” I told him honestly.

“If everyone would just listen to me, the world would be a better place,” Damon said, full of himself as ever.

I laughed. “Damon for president of the world.”

“The whole galaxy, my dear.”

I snorted and pulled my hand back. Being called his “dear” did things to me I didn’t need him to see. Instead, I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back on the sofa until he sprawled and grinned.

“You said you’d do anything,” I reminded him.

“I would have said anything to get you off back there,” Damon teased. “I’m a lying liar.”

I moved along his body and sat down on his abdomen, reaching back and easily unzipped his pants. The button required more work, but I undid it and found his semi-hard cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Beg me to stop, then.”

A glimmer of mischief passed over his eyes, and he pressed his lips together, not uttering a word.

Something about Damon uncovered all the layers and revealed the true me. Something about this thing of ours liberated me, freed me from shame, from self-consciousness, and from fear.

Damon slipped the waistband of my sweatpants and briefs over my ass, sparking flames inside my body that had been burning since the summer we’d first kissed. Hell, these flames had been there for much longer than that.