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I told him the list of sinful goodies I’d purchased, and he raised a brow. “No Hot Tamales?”
“No. What a shocker that they don’t carry them. They had long underwear and fuzzy socks, but notyourfavorite candy. And do you know why that is?” I tried to hide my smile as the elevator doors opened, and I stepped off with him right behind me.
“I can’t wait for you to tell me.”
“Because no one eats Hot Tamales. It’s an endangered candy. But the M&M… that delectable treat has held its own since the beginning of time, or at least since candy was invented. It’s tried and true—the superior snack.”
He paused at the door and pulled out the key. “Maybe you just didn’t look that hard for them because you enjoy acting like your candy is better than mine.”
When I flipped on the light, I cringed at the orange and mustard floral bedspread that matched the curtains. Margo wasn’t kidding about the faulty heat as the room was not warm. It was better than being outside, but it was a far cry from comfortable.
“Jesus. This is a shit hole,” Cage grumped as he pushed the door closed. “I bet there have been murders in this room.”
“Don’t worry. I promise not to murder you, for Gracie’s sake.”
“How do you know I won’t murder you?” His voice was deep and gruff, and it had me squeezing my thighs together, even while I trembled from being wet and cold.
His gaze softened again as he clearly noticed, and I dropped the bags onto the chair by the door before handing him a pair of long underwear. “Here you go.”
“You go change first. I know you’re cold. I’ll try to see if I can get this heat to turn up a little bit.”
I walked into the bathroom and was grateful that I had a brush in my purse and some lotion. I tugged off all my wet clothing and hung them over the shower curtain in hopes that it would all be dry by morning. I slipped off my bra and panties because they were soaked, as well, and slung them over the tub. I used the towel to dry myself off and pulled on the dry clothing, which already felt much better. I looked in the mirror, brushed my hair, and washed my face with warm water before applying a little lotion.
I made my way out to the room, where Cage was playing with the buttons on the thermostat.
“Hopefully that works,” he said, as his gaze traveled the length of my body, from my face down to my toes, before snapping back up and grabbing his clothing. “I’ll be right out.”
I set the bag on the bed and then laid out all the snacks as I popped another donut into my mouth before guzzling some water. When the door opened, I had to cover my mouth to muffle my laughter.
Cage Reynolds. Six foot three inches of manliness, standing there in what looked like a painted-on crop top and capri leggings.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as my entire body shook. He looked ridiculous, yet still managed to be sexy as hell with his six-pack on full display. The bottoms were so small that the waistband sat below his deep V, and my gaze followed the light dusting of hair down to the clear outline of his still-erect penis.
“Can you stop staring at it like that? It’s not helping matters.”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip. I was pleased that I still had an effect on the man, just like he still had an effect on me.
“Sorry. They only had the one size.”
He moved to the bed and sat beside me, stretching out his legs and reaching for the Pop-Tarts. He tore the foil packet open and took a bite.
Yes, my mind wandered to thoughts of him tearing the foil packet of a condom. And what would follow.
And yeah, the heat must be working because I wasn’t that cold anymore.
“I saw that.One size fits most.Are most people unusually small? It’s a bit biased, kind of like your whole M&M-Hot Tamale theory.”
“I’m not unusually small, and they fit me just fine. And don’t shame me for having great taste in candy.”
“And what am I? A giant?” he asked as he leaned back on the bed and devoured the strawberry Pop-Tart. My gaze moved to the elephant in the room… his dick that was practically bared to me behind the thin fabric.
Giant was a fitting word.
My God. When was the last time I’d even been turned on?
I cleared my throat and moved to my feet, finding my phone charger and plugging it in.
“I have service in here, so I sent a text to my dad and let him know what was going on. He asked me to apologize to you, and he’s just glad that we’re okay. So, if you need my phone, feel free to use it.”
