I would have left yesterday, but a certain dark-haired, blue-eyed villain had been utterly distracting. In fact, he was still being distracting. He had my back pinned to his chest while his fingers were relentlessly tormenting me.
“So stubborn,” he tsked in my ear, withdrawing his fingers again.
I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering. He’d made it his life’s mission to make me beg for him, but I was having none of it. I didn’t beg. Ever. I shook my head. He tsked again, rolling me onto my back. His fingers traced lazily over my skin, along my hip, up my side, down my side, circling my abdomen.
“I told you, all you have to do is ask me nicely.”
I gave him a devilish grin.
“And I told you to make me.”
“Wicked woman,” he teased, burying his head in my neck.
He kissed and nipped and sucked my skin while his fingers slipped back between my legs. His pace was so slow and agonizing, I couldn’t help squirming, trying to get more. Achuckle formed, rumbling through his chest as he tsked again and pulled away from me.
“You know what I want from you. Why are you so stubborn?”
“Self-control and a whole lot of pride.”
He’d been teasing me for nearly an hour and he didn’t show any signs of letting up, so I figured it was about time I returned the favour. I slid out of bed and headed for my closet.
“Where do you think you’re going? I wasn’t done with you yet.”
I looked over my shoulder to find him sitting up with a look of disbelief on his face. I chuckled as I began getting dressed.
“I have to pack.”
“To go where?”
“Every year, I go out to my cottage for the Winter Solstice,” I said, slipping into an oversized sweater and a pair of sweatpants. I liked being comfy for my two and half hour drive north. “I used to go up with my parents. After they passed, I kept going to feel closer to them. It was our tradition for as long as I can remember. I want to take you with me this year.”
“You’re… You want to share your family’s tradition with me?”
I walked back over to sit on the bed in front of him. “Of course I do, I love you. I want to share everything with you.”
For a split second I was worried that was too cheesy but he grinned so wide that I was sure his cheek muscles were working overtime. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.
“God, I love you.”
My hand went to his chest, pushing him away so I could head for my suitcase, tucked into the corner next to my dresser.
“Oh no, none of that. We need to leave before 10. There’s a storm rolling in, and I don’t want to be stuck driving in it.”
“I could make sure the way is clear for you. I could also get us there way faster than a car, if you don’t want to drive.”
“I want to drive. It will give us time to talk with absolutely no chance of distraction.”
His grin turned wicked. “You think I’m distracting?”
I chucked the nearest object at him—the empty case for my noise cancelling headphones sitting on the dresser. It bounced off a shield of ice, falling harmlessly to bed. When the shield dropped the look in his eyes screamed trouble.
“Violet.”
Nope, I was wrong. It was his tone that screamed trouble.
“Please,” I said softly. “Please get dressed so we can leave. I’ve had this tradition for as long as I can remember, and I really, really, really want to share it with you.”
His expression softened. “How am I supposed to say no to you?”
