Page 31 of Delay of Game

“Hurry up already, sheesh.”

Alice

Jordanand I race down the mountain two more times before we finally relent and head back to the cabin. Even though I planned to buy the cocoaagain, Jordan insisted it should be his treat. The fire pit was taken so we took our drinks and fresh churros to go.

“Hit me,” I say, opening my mouth and leaning towards the passenger seat as Jordan carefully breaks off a piece of churro and brings it to my mouth. I’m careful to keep both hands on the wheel and not take us off the road.

The cinnamon sugar hits my tongue and I moan around the bite of the delicious dessert. Jordan seems to choke on air in the face of my reaction and I smile to myself. I bet he’s all flustered again, maybe even sporting an erection. Fuck, I love how quickly he gets turned on.By me.

Jordan feeds me another piece and I eagerly take it, biting the tip of his finger in the process. “If I could pick a dessert to eat for the rest of my life, it would be these churros.”

He laughs then says, “Don’t you have a gluten intolerance?”

“Don’t remind me,” I pout. Yes, technically Idohave an intolerance, but sometimes the pain is worth it.

“I’m curious. What else would you pick if you had to only eat one meal for the rest of your life?” he asks, and I ponder it for a moment while we listen to a Hozier song.

“That’s a tough one. Maybe … tacos?”

“Really? What is it with you and Mexican food?”

“Hey, Mexican food is delicious. Why? What would you pick as your only meal?”

Jordan shakes his head, tapping his fingers on the center console. “Lasagna.”

“That’s—not bad, actually. I’ve always wanted to take an Italian cooking class. They seem fun. You know … I expected you to say something basic like chicken.”

“There’s nothing wrong with chicken. Throw it in some marinade and you have yourself a great option for salads, wraps, or the grill.”

My stomach rumbles and I groan. “Okay, maybe we need to stop talking about food.”

Jordan laughs and the sound makes me feel lighter, somehow. I bring a hand to the console and thread our gloved fingers together. His chocolate brown gaze is locked on my face as he gives me an intense look. One that promises he’s not done with me yet. I shiver in anticipation and welcome what’s to come.

“Maybe we can take a cooking class together,” he says, voice taking on a shy note. Does he think I wouldn’t jump at the opportunity?

“We definitely should,” I say, squeezing his fingers.

It’s dark by the time we make it back to the cabin, and we all but sprint out of the truck to get inside. Jordan’s hands are on me the second we take off our snow pants and thicker layers and drop them to the floor of the hallway.

One of his hands cups the back of my head, angling me just right so he can devour my mouth. He presses long, languid kisses to my lips and groans against me, mumbling something that sounds like “I knew it was cherry.”

I take a step back and Jordan follows, pressing me into the wall, letting go of my head to lift me up. My legs lock at the small of his back and he presses his hardness into me. We both gasp at the same time and hold on tight to one another. Our noses brush and I take a deep inhale as he exhales against my lips. He tastes like churros and hot cocoa, and I never want this day to end.

“We should probably find some food,” he says but doesn’t put me down yet.

“Probably. We should also warm up the sauna.”

“How about you start that and I’ll make us some sandwiches?”

I smile and press another kiss to his lips. “Deal.”

When I return from the basement, having gotten the sauna ready, Jordan offers me a BLT. I smile, noticing he even made it on my favorite sourdough bread. We eat standing around the kitchen island, sharing a bag of cherry potato chips in the process.

As he puts away our plates, I grab one of the Laffy Taffy pieces from the bowl and unwrap it, popping the strawberry candy in my mouth.

“I love the puns they have,” Jordan says. Slowly, I look at the wrapper and chuckle to myself.

“What kind of bear has no teeth?”

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