Page 106 of The Mating Game
We’ve gotten a lot done in a minimal amount of time, and that’s extra impressive considering we’d both (I think both, at least, if her scent is any indication) rather be doing…other things.
“Yeah?” I answer finally. “Should I put this on the website too?”
She cracks open one eye. “Did I say that out loud?”
“Sort of moaned it, really.”
“There is a definite market here for some sort of VIP service. Especially if we put you on the page like I suggested.”
“Yeah, no thanks,” I say with an amused huff of air.
“We could do a Hunter-of-the-month calendar,” she counters. “How do you feel about Santa hats?”
“I think they’re better left for the elk head.”
She clicks her tongue. “I’m going to need to see a little more dedication from you, Mr.Barrett.”
My hands still on her ankle for only a moment, resuming their slow ministrations when I catch back up. “I don’t think I should feel the way I do when you say that.”
“ ‘Mr.Barrett’?”
I go still again. “Careful.”
“Interesting.” She grins wide. “I’ll have to tuck that away.”
I shake my head again as I bite back a smile. “You might be a little diabolical.”
“It’s probably the grandpa in you,” she says seriously. “All that whittling has given you these old-man kinks.”
I roll my eyes, releasing her ankle before crawling over her legs and pulling open her quilt to snuggle into it with her. “Scoot over.”
“So bossy,” she laughs.
I adjust her until she’s sitting between my legs with her back to my front, then settle against the back of the couch as I rewrap the quilt around us both before nuzzling my face in her hair. “You smell good.”
“What?” She snorts. “I probably smell like wood finish and leftover sex sweat.”
I grin against her throat. “I like it.”
“Weirdo.”
“Are you hungry? I could cook something.”
“Just sit like this for a bit,” she hums, snuggling deeper into me. “You can impress me with your fireplace-food skills in a minute.”
“Okay.” I shift a little, the movement slotting her more easily between my legs. “I turned my phone on today. My friend at the co-op said they’ve started working on the downed power lines. We’ll probably be the last ones to get power back, but hopefully by tomorrow we’ll have heat again.”
“You mean to tell me I have to stop being personally warmed and go back to central heat and air like some sort of regular person?”
“You’ll survive.”
She lets out an emphatichmph.“Will I?”
My arms come around her to hold her against me in answer, and when I glance down I notice her eyes closing as she lets her head fall back on my chest.
“I reallycouldget used to this,” she mumbles lazily.
“Could you?”
