Chapter 38
EVE
“We went over this in the cam room. Pink’s my favorite color. What’s yours?” I asked.
We were sprawled across a couch in the lobby.
Silas lay sideways on it and I was on top of him.
His hand was resting on my ass. Oh, and we were naked.
Again. He’d started a fire in the massive fireplace.
Thankfully, the nook for wood had already been filled.
The storm had stopped a few hours earlier and outdoors was a post-blizzard winter wonderland.
We had heat, electricity, fire, and food. And chocolate syrup. We were content.
And sated. I lost track of how many orgasms he gave me. How many places we fucked.
There was the bed.
The prep counter in the kitchen.
The wall in the dining room.
The registration desk.
This sofa, which probably, along with every other spot, needed to be well sanitized before the opening.
I hadn’t thought about anything at all outside of the little bubble we were in. Or was it a snow globe?
No plows meant no escape. I worried about the shop remaining closed, but Silas had said no one would head out to get coffee. If they did, they’d understand why the shop wasn’t open. I let it go.
I let everything go except being with Silas.
We were taking a break before we christened some other spot in the inn, just talking.
I was… happy. Being snowed in with him, I knew I was all in. This guy, he was amazing. Perfect. Ridiculously bossy. Hot. Sexy. Silly, even.
“Just like your pussy. Nipples, too,” he murmured, his hand on my butt sliding inwards so the fingertips brushed my center. “Mmm, like that?”
I smiled and kissed his chest. “You know I do, but you’re distracting me on purpose.”
“Why would I do that?” he asked.
“Because you don’t want to tell me what your favorite color is.”
I felt his laugh, the slight shaking of his body beneath mine. “Tan.”
I lifted my chin and looked in his eyes. “Your favorite color is tan?”
He shrugged and it moved us ever so slightly. “I don’t know. I never really thought of it. I never really bought my own clothes.”
“Your favorite color isn’t only tied to clothes. It could be what you paint the walls in your house.”
“My apartment walls are tan. Are yours pink? Fuck, will I come over and lose my mind knowing your place is painted the same shade as those plump little nipples?”
I squirmed because this was foreplay. Ridiculous, but it was working. “No.”
“Well, I’m more in tune with my favorite color than you are then. Walls, clothes. Obviously, when I was a kid the personal shopper dressed me and my brothers, so tan had to be her favorite, too.”
“Obviously,” I countered.
“When I got old enough to shop for myself, I hired my own personal shopper because I had no clue what I was doing. Now my clothes magically appear in my closet clean, pressed, and ready to wear.”
“Wow, a clothing fairy.”
I thought of how I’d watched him in the mornings, naked in his house.
Still foreplay.
“My mother chose my clothes growing up. A few things now, too. Those cardigans in the cam room were thanks to her.” I thought of the velvet dress for the holiday party and the foreplay was over.
“Except for the Steaming Hotties t-shirts. The torn jeans. Oh, and the dangly earrings I love so much. Those are definitely not her doing. The other night, she brought over a dress for me to wear to their annual holiday party. It’s a Hunter thing.
” It usually explained everything and I didn’t have to say more.
“As in the Hunters of Hunter Valley.”
“Right.”
“If the dress she bought for you is a problem, know that I really like you naked,” he said, giving my butt a firm squeeze.
“I like you naked, too.” And up close. It was so much better up close.