Page 12 of Snowed In With You

‘So what movies have you got?’

She blushed a little, ‘Erm,Love, Actuallyand…’

I raised an eyebrow, ‘And?’

‘Indiana Jones. The first one.’

I gave a startled laugh, ‘Those are absolute polar opposites.’

‘I wasn’t sure what mood I’d be in!’ She said defensively and I laughed again, hitting play onLove, Actuallyand then wished I’d picked something else when Martin Freeman and Joanna Page came onto screen awkwardly fucking. We both studiously looked only at the screen but my attention quickly wandered as I breathed in Sara’s fruity smell and felt the warmth from her hand close to mine. My eyes found hers and her lips parted, caught on an exhale that I wanted to feel on my mouth as she moaned.

I leaned a little closer, just a fraction of an inch, enough to feel it when her breathing hitched and see it when her thighs pressed together. She wanted me.

Sara pushed up and out of her seat, closing the laptop lid abruptly and I raised an eyebrow at her.

‘Let’s… do something else,’ she suggested and I grinned, liking where her head was at. Until she picked up a pack of cards I’d left lying on the side, I’d found them discarded in a drawer in the kitchen and hadn’t put them back yet.

She wanted me. But she didn’t quite trust me. Not yet.

Chapter Ten

Sara

‘I fold,’ I groaned, tossing down another hand of cards onto the floor between us. It felt safer, having this space between our bodies and something to focus on. My thoughts had been able to roam free sitting on the couch and watching that movie and not only did they run free, they randirty.It wasn’t helpful, I’d decided to take things slow with Fletcher. I liked him and wanted to make sure he liked me, rather than being driven by this heat between us.

I took a swig of the tequila bottle we had between us and sighed, I’d lost and that was our forfeit. When Fletch had brought it out I’d raised my eyebrows and asked if that was a good idea, especially on an empty stomach. He’d grinned and brought out cheese and crackers, unrepentant, and in the end I’d laughed and waved it over. I was in control, regardless of the alcohol.

‘Seriously, is this like a trick pack of cards or are you cheating? I don’t get how you keep winning.’

Fletcher grinned, ‘I’m not good, you’re just that bad.’

‘Personally I just think you’re trying to get me drunk and we both knowthat’sa terrible idea.’Open mouth, insert foot.Why did I get so loose-lipped when I drank anyway? Fletch had only had two shots max and one was basically voluntary.

His smile dimmed slightly, ‘I don’t think it would be as bad as you think, but rest assured,’ Fletcher crawled closer, tramplingthe cards on the floor between us and taking my chin in his hand, ‘the next time I fuck you, you’re going to be stone-cold sober. And you’re going to enjoy it just as much as me.’

My cheeks flushed red but I didn’t look away, alcohol apparently made me bold, too. Not that I was especially shy, but I also wasn’t hugely forward either. He leaned back with an entirely satisfied look on his face, like I’d given him exactly the reaction he’d wanted. We played another hand of poker and this time Fletcher lost. I watched the movement of his golden throat with fascination as he swallowed the tequila. He offered me the bottle and I took it with a small sip that burned almost as hot as I did.

I leaned forwards to grab my cards, scooping them into my palms and then gasping as my hand collided with something cold and solid. I lurched towards the tipping tequila bottle in panic and Fletch caught me with one arm as he moved closer, snagging the bottle with the other hand. He had the tiniest freckles dotted across his face, I smiled, they were like small secrets, luring me in like they were about to whisper. I leaned in a little closer and Fletch’s eyes were on my face, his breath smelling like tequila, but his eyes were still sharp, like mine. He leaned in a fraction closer and my heart began to race – had I imagined that? Or did he want to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him?

The tequila bottle thunked safely to the floor but I barely heard it, too focused on the soft breathing of the man in front of me and the way it caught when I moved slightly closer. I wasn’t sure who breached the last of the space first, but suddenly we were kissing. Fletch’s mouth was hard on mine, unrelenting like he’d packed all his want and frustration into that one kiss, and I panted into it. It was so much better than my hazy memories of the night of the wedding could have prepared mefor, the demanding softness of his lips, the tempting stroke of his tongue.

I pulled back to trail a kiss down his jaw, smiling at his groan, ‘I thought you said I’d be sober?’

Fletcher watched me in amusement, his lips tipping up as he moved away, ‘You will. This is just… a kiss. Trust me, when we’re about to have sex, you’ll know it.’

‘So cocky,’ I said with a roll of my eyes, ignoring the disappointment flaring through me as I moved slightly further away from him.

We continued to pass the tequila between us for a few more minutes in silence, his eyes like a live wire on my skin.

‘Let’s play a game,’ Fletch said and I laughed because he sounded like that guy from the horror movie.

‘What game do you want to play?’ I asked with a bite to my lip and Fletch grinned, leaning forward and tugging on it playfully.

‘Stop that, it’s distracting.’

Fire burned in my veins at his words, I liked the way his eyes lingered on my hair, my eyes, like he was trying to visually consume me to remember this moment.

‘Let’s play Truth or Dare,’ he said eventually and waved me off when I scoffed. ‘I want to get to know you better and what better way to do it than with tequila, poker and a game for high schoolers?’

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