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Want? Hell yes. Need? Definitely not.
Maybe I do need it. Her gaze drifted back down to his cock, right there, no ignoring it pressed against the gray material.
“Something you need, beautiful?”
Damn her body for reacting to him like a common hussy. I want to be a hussy with a tiny bit of decorum.
“No. And if you don’t want to lose that appendage of yours, which seems to be a favorite, you may want to get back inside. Yes, the snow has stopped, but it’s cold out here.”
He encroached on her space once again. “You sure?” Bradford brushed against her and she clamped her lips together to keep her moan contained.
“Positive.” She turned away before she gave in to her rampaging baser instincts. “Make your call and head inside.”
It wasn’t easy putting one foot in front of the other, but she managed to drag her body from his. Piros bounded beside her, happy to get some time outdoors. The urge to look over her shoulder nearly had her caving but she held on. Only after she’d made it past some of the towering trees on the property did she stop and sag against a trunk, depending on it to hold her up.
“I’m the eldest female. I should be levelheaded and not making up scenarios where I’ve fallen in love with some rich boy whose plane went down. For goodness’ sake, sure he’s a god in bed, but that’s not a reason to develop feelings. We’ll be going our own ways soon enough.”
Why she didn’t believe the words she’d just uttered to the universe, she couldn’t explain. Shoving away from the tree, she exhaled sharply then set out again, turning up the collar of her coat to help ward off the chill.
She didn’t stay out long enough to change her body’s mind of what it should be focused on. However, she was feeling better about everything, having also cleaned off her car and made sure the engine would turn over.
As she walked to the door—that ugly red she would be changing right away—she thought about how stunning this place was going to be once she was done. Just like that, her decision had been made. She was keeping the place and was going to turn it into some kind of sanctuary.
She moved up the hallway, envisioning it finished and, oh, warm. A second’s pause before she opened the door to the one warm room in the place, and Bradford turned his head to meet her gaze as he knelt before the camp stove. The smile that curved up his lips should have come with a warning label.
“What are you making?”
“Coffee.”
She could go for that right now. “Nice.” Iris shrugged out of her coat and draped it over the back of a chair near the fire. She had taken three steps toward Bradford before she realized she’d been about to kiss him, like they had such a relationship. Stopping, she returned to the fire and removed her boots to let them dry.
“On the bed.”
Three words that sent her mind plummeting down another road. Shoving her desire for him, which was close to flaming out of control, into a hole, she smothered them best she could as she listened to his order.
The crackling of the fire was the only noise between them as she stared off at nothing. Anything other than the hottie in the room with her.
Then he was there, before her. A cup of steaming coffee outstretched in his hand. With a grateful smile, she took it. Seconds later, he dropped beside her, with a drink of his own.
“How was your walk?”
“Brisk.”
He lifted an eyebrow and she grinned.
“Fine. Cold as hell. The snow may have stopped but it’s still colder than a witch’s tit out there.”
He nudged her shoulder with his own. “So many questions. Like, how do you know how cold a witch’s tit is? Is this a common thing you have experienced? Where does one go to find a witch and feel their tit to get the weather report?”
“Shut up.”
He brushed a kiss over her cheek. “I like making you flushed.”
“Your call,” she croaked. “How was that?”
His call. Bradford would rather talk about anything else. But he couldn’t deny her. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind that she wouldn’t push, but she would feel slighted if he didn’t tell her. Especially since she’d answered his questions.
And it wasn’t like he didn’t want to share with her. If there was anyone he would share with, it was Iris. That wasn’t the problem. What was? The fact it seemed the more he thought about and spoke about his life before Iris, the more distance she put between them.
Which is the last thing I want.
He wanted less distance. He wanted her in his life forever. Yes, he’d gone and fallen in love with this woman he barely knew. But he wasn’t going to ignore the facts.
