Cabin Fever by Alisha Rai

Author:Alisha Rai [Rai, Alisha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-09-16T21:00:00+00:00

9

“‘He held her close’…Alex, stop.”

“What?”

“You’re gnawing on my ear.”

“I’m giving you love nibbles. Brock just did it.”

Genevieve snorted and leaned away from his amorous mouth. “If Brock jumped off a cliff…”

“Man, I wish he’d jump off a cliff. That is one obnoxious guy.”

“You’re just mad I wouldn’t let you pick the book with the anti-terrorist agent hero.”

“Hell yeah. Now that would be awesome. Better than this pussy.”

The other book had had a more erotic bent, which was why Genevieve had insisted on the sweeter historical. Though she had become at ease around Alex, narrating an erotic romance stretched outside her comfort bounds.

As Alex moved down her neck, she sighed and tilted her head to give him better access. Though he’d never admit it aloud, the sex yesterday afternoon had overexerted him; he’d been out cold for the better part of the night. They’d enjoyed some slumberous morning fun earlier today, but from the erection under her butt she knew he was ready to go again.

She sat on his lap in her large armchair, wrapped in a quilt. He’d remained naked after his shower this morning to give his washed boxers a chance to dry. Genevieve couldn’t complain, since the view was so very nice.

“I think it stopped snowing.”

Her heart seized a little, and she followed his gaze out the window. “That doesn’t mean much. It’s been going off and on for the past couple of days.”

“True.”

For a guy whose return to his normal life depended on the weather, Alex didn’t sound like he cared much. In fact, she’d lost some of her urgency as well. Instead of checking the phone compulsively, she had just picked it up this morning once. She noted with some surprise that it was already Friday. How could he have fallen on her doorstep only five days ago?

Alex shifted her a bit so he could pick up the chipped mug on the small table next to the chair. He drank deeply and smacked his lips. “How come your hot chocolate tastes so good?”

“Told you, it’s a secret ingredient.”

“Whiskey?”

“Kind of. A shot of Bailey’s and crème de menthe.”

He gave a rumble of appreciation. “Here, last sip. You drink it.”

“You can have it.”

“No, it’s so good. You barely had any.”

She drank when he tipped the mug to her mouth, warmed by the drink and the simple gesture. She had the feeling that he would have drank a vat of the hot cocoa if she had it, but instead he made sure she enjoyed the last lingering taste.

When every drop was drained, he placed the mug back on the table and kissed her gently, sharing the hint of chocolate and mint. Languor stole through her body. When their lips separated, she leaned against his chest, the book forgotten in her hands.

“You’re a con artist. That’s why you hate cops.”

She smiled, used to his teasing and so relaxed she couldn’t do anything but tease back. “Yes. I defrauded people of their millions and retired to a snowy cabin. Mexico is so passé.

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