Page 20 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Aria turns bright red, and Rhett slams his coffee cup down.
Oh, this is fun.
“I…” Aria looks awkward as fuck, so I chuckle and take my time looking her up and down.
She looks good.
She’s wearing Damien’s shirt, and damn, it clings to her breasts in ways my lips want to. Her thighs are so creamy I want to bite them.
Fuck, I haven’t felt like this about a woman in alongtime.
“I wish I’d have told you to sleep in my bed now,” I add, winking once more as Aria lets out a nervous giggle.
“For fuck’s sake,” Rhett mutters, and I make a face at Aria like I’ve been naughty. She giggles again, and I offer her a coffee.
“Yes, please; I don’t feel human until I’ve had a coffee,” Aria admits, sliding onto the stool beside Rhett, who tenses.
“Rhett loves coffee. He’s addicted, and nothing I say or do can make him reduce even a cup a day,” I state as I pour her a cup. “You don’t drink too much of it, do you?” I eye her with concern as she takes the coffee from me, closing her eyes as she inhales the scent. She lets out a satisfied sigh before taking her first sip.
“Thank you, Morgan.”
My name on her lips sounds god-like.
Okay, I will make her coffee all day fucking long.
“Jesus, don’t start on her, too. Seventy-three percent of Americans drink coffee every day. You’re in the minority.” Rhett shoves his chair back and reaches for the carafe, scowling.
But I’m watching Aria, or rather, Aria’s lips as she smacks them together, her body relaxing as the coffee slides down her throat in ways I want to.
“What?” she asks, looking down self-consciously.
What’s wrong with her? Don’t tell me she’s insecure.
“I bet you’re starving, aren’t you?” I comment, trying not to stare at her. She’s alone in a cabin with three strange men, one of whom took her to bed and fucked her.
The lucky bastard.
Aria flushes, and Rhett stares at me wordlessly.
“You know, next time you want to have some delicious orgasms, pop up to my room,” I suggest, not reacting when Rhett leaves the room, stomping away. “We can even invite him.” I wiggle my brows at his departing back, and Aria gasps before giggling once more. “Told you. Grumpy. He really needs to get laid.”
Aria laughs, and I smirk.
“Maybe you should help him out with that, sugar. Or we could wear him down together.”
“Morgan!” she admonishes as I reach for a frying pan and some eggs. “You’re so bad!”
I sigh and crack the eggs into the pan, reaching for some mushrooms. “You haven’t been to bed with me yet, darling. You wait.”
“And yet I thought you were the gentleman, Morgan.”
I laugh and catch her looking at my body as I cross my arms over my chest. “I can be that too, darling.” I love making her blush, but something is niggling at me. I stir the eggs and mushrooms, adding some seasoning as I slide some bread into the toaster.
Aria watches me, probably waiting for me to say something wildly inappropriate again.
“Why did you think me looking at you earlier was bad?” I ask, resting my hands on the counter and gazing at her.
Aria blinks rapidly as she finishes her coffee. “It was just intense—your gaze, I mean.” She smiles, but it doesn’t reach hereyes. “I’m not wearing much, and I thought you might find that offensive or gross…”
