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I shake my head. “I wanted to start my own design firm. Designing houses, and I was working on my website.”
Since the night of the cabin, Ronin hasn’t made a move on me. And I can’t understand why. He says he wants to make sure I’ve settled back into my life. And I feel I already have.
I follow him into the kitchen as he dishes out a bowl of ice cream and hands me a spoon.
If I could have him, I would. And why can’t I?
He has integrated nicely into my world, and me into his. Everyone loves him. Everyone thinks we are great together.
But, it feels weird having him by my side after all this time. After all these years.
We haven’t had the talk yet since we’ve been back, and I don’t know how to bring it up.
He should hate me for having a kid with another man, but for some reason he’s nice to me.
I take a bite of the ice cream, letting the flavors combine on my tongue. I need advice, preferably from Clementine. She would know what to say or do right now.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Ronin asks.
I waggle my finger at him, smiling. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
He pulls me closer, dabbing a dollop of ice cream on my neck and sucking it off just as quick.
“You taste good.”
I laugh. “That was cold. Don’t do that again.”
He doesn’t listen, because he does it again. The ice cream hits my skin, freezing it, and sending a chill through my bones.
“You like that?” he asks.
“No, nobody would like that.”
He sucks along my collarbone, his tongue as cold as ice.
“Go get on the couch, wait.” He grabs both spoons. “I’ll meet you over there.”
My eyes widen. “Ok.”
I do as he says, sitting on the couch as he puts the ice cream away in the freezer. “Close your eyes,” he calls out.
He heads down the hallway, his loud footsteps pounding until I can no longer hear them.
My mind unravels with all the possibilities of what he has in store for me.
His footsteps sound down the hall, and my anticipation grows.
“Keep your eyes closed, Savannah.”
He steps up behind me, wrapping a silk blindfold over my eyes. It’s my sleep mask he slips over me. Chills skate over my skin when he unties the belt around my robe.
He lays me back, positioning himself between my legs. “We’re about to have a party up in here.”
I lean forward. “What kind of party?”
“An ice party.” And with those words he wrenches my legs apart, my head falls back and his mouth is there, in between my legs.
My hips buck when I feel it. Cold, freezing. An ice cube slips from his mouth and he rubs it along my soft skin. “Ronin….that’s cold.”
