Chapter 11 #2
Violet lies on her back and turns her head to face me as she rests against the pillow. I take the opportunity to grab a stray section of her hair and twirl it around my finger.
“I need to, in my line of work. I have to determine if flowers are needed for a happy or sad occasion. It’s my sixth sense to figure out if a man is buying flowers for his mother, his lover who he is madly in love with, or if he is trying to get out of the doghouse.
Then again, when a guy is trying to get out of the doghouse, then it’s obvious. ”
I huff a laugh. “How so?”
A near evil smirk spreads on her lips that makes me want to kiss her again. “He tends to ask for the most expensive flowers.”
I nuzzle into her neck while I laugh, as that makes sense.
She giggles and further explains, “If he shows up needing flowers for someone who he truly loves, then he normally has an idea which flowers are her favorite or at least gives me her favorite color to work with. But if the first thing he says to me is that he needs the most expensive flowers, then I know, I just know, and I hate it.”
“What do you do?”
“Lie and actually give him the cheapest flowers but charge full price,” she quips.
It sounds exactly like what she would do.
Her fingers begin to trace lazy patterns on my arm, and damn, I’m not sure when the last time was that I just lay in bed with someone and talked without any thought of the outside world.
I’m used to gratification and get out. Instead, time slows, and I’m relaxed while we leave chip crumbs in the bed. We’re in our own bubble.
Violet seems to get more comfortable, sinking into the mattress, and her face tells me that another round of questions will be shot my way, though I don’t mind.
But she surprises me and sighs a relaxing breath. “Hear the rain?”
I try to focus, and despite the subtle music, the sound of pouring rain overtakes the background noise.
“Kind of calming,” I admit.
“It’s only June. I hope this isn’t the indication for the season ahead. It’s the high season in this little town, but I guess off-season for you; opposites connect.”
I nip at her shoulder gently, because that’s what our bodies are doing, following movements without thought.
“When I played hockey, I could actually enjoy off-season, would go on vacation even, because I knew hockey training would be waiting for me at the end of the summer. I’m so out of my realm right now.
” I gently shake my head in irritation from that fact.
She taps her finger against my bare chest. “You’re not. You’re adapting to your new normal. Where is that confidence that you ooze? Throw it into your new chapter.”
She steals my gaze because the conviction in her voice sounds far too natural.
“The confidence is there, I just seem to let down a wall or two around you.” My voice grows soft and our eyes lock, hers filled with admiration and mine must show a fondness that I’m not used to feeling.
A long moment falls between us until Violet twists her body to look over her shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s almost midnight.” She begins to stir. “I need to get home.”
I don’t like the idea of her on the road at night in this rain. Hell, I know that’s only partly true. I hate the idea of her leaving.
When her cute little ass is about to slide off the mattress, I quickly grab her arm to stop her. “You don’t need to go.”
Her brows knit together, and her eyes grow wary but are misted with a hint of delight, the perfect contradiction. “I should…” Her sentence hangs open.
“Nah, stay. I mean, it’s raining, it’s late, and I hear the foxes on the roads in this area are a complete killer this time of year.” I list many reasons but none of them are the real reason.
Her mouth opens then shuts before a sound squeaks out. “I guess one night wouldn’t hurt.”
“We did it once before,” I highlight.
Violet chuckles. “Kind of a different scenario, as we basically did the same thing, all night, over and over, thinking it would be a one-night kind of thing.”
“I won’t even leave a note on the pillow this time,” I promise.
She tries to suppress her smile from my remark, but I see her cheeks heighten. “I am kind of tired.”
“You’re staying. It’s a demand.”
Violet nods once and returns to the mattress, crawling on all fours, with the sultry look on her face shooting me a warning.
“I guess I’m staying, so we can definitely…
” She straddles me and leans down to run her lips down the line of my stomach, tracing my muscles.
Her breath spreads lower and lower, causing my cock to twitch.
But just before she moves the sheet hanging low on my waist, her body slithers back up to align our eyes together. “Sleep. We’re totally sleeping.”
She flops to the side with exhaustion, grabbing my arm like a freaking teddy bear.
I lick my lips at her effort to always tease me. “Then the only question left is if you will be sleeping naked or want to borrow a shirt? Either way, you will be accessible so I can slip right into you when I wake up.” I smirk, relieved that she’s staying.
Because I’m selfish, and if I can stretch our boundaries for this week, then I damn well will.