Page 33 of Cabin Fever Baby

She twisted in my arms and her leg slid between mine as we tangled on the rug with me landing on my back and her on top of me. “No. I wouldn’t do that.” She was still smiling as her gaze dropped to my mouth then slid back up to my eyes. She pressed her palm to the floor beside my neck, her other hand still holding a few of the cards. “Do you have a penalty in mind?”

Her ocean scent was tinged with syrup from breakfast, and I wanted to see if she still tasted of butter and sweetness. “Just how badly do you want to win, Angel?”

Her lids slipped lower as she licked her lips. “I really like to win.”

I pulled the pencil out of the twist of her hair, and it fanned around us. “Is that right?”

She didn’t say a word. For a second, I thought maybe I’d gone too far, but then the cards fluttered to the floor around us. She pressed her hand to my chest, and I was well aware she could feel my heart pounding. She lowered until her lips were a breath away from mine. “I really do. What’s my penalty?”

I pushed her hair back. “That lush mouth on me.”

Her eyebrow arched. “Where?”

Fuck.

“Did you just Uno Reverse me?”

She coasted by my mouth and her hair slithered around my cheeks as her breath whispered over my throat. She drew her nose along the column of my neck then over to my Adam’s apple where she lightly kissed there.

Then she grinned up at me. “Does that work?”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

“Good.” She popped up off me and gathered the cards. “Let’s play.”

I closed my eyes and willed my dick to return to normal. Just as I was about to sit up and try not to beg her to let me touch every inch of her, she crawled back to me.

“Kidding.”

Then her mouth was on mine.

I reached up and gripped the back of her head, drawing her back down to straddle me. I rolled up to meet her, the kiss as wild as the storm outside.

“Don’t think less of me. I do really want to win,” she said against my mouth and tugged at my shirt. “But I want this more.”

I opened my eyes, racing my hand down her back to pull her hips even closer to me. “I can stop at any time.”

“Don’t you dare.” She hooked her arm around my neck and rubbed her breasts against my chest. “I mean, unless you want to watchThe Holidaywith me. That was the next movie I had queued up for my movie marathon.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s a very cute movie. Right now, I feel much like Amanda and her impulsive need to get naked with a near stranger.” She tunneled her fingers through my hair. “Do you want to be my Graham?”

“I’ll be your anything.”

She giggled then rolled her hips along my shaft. “Handily, we are strangers, and you can judge me later.”

“No judgment here.”

She leaned back and wriggled out of both her shirt and plaid, flipping them behind her.

I grinned at her cotton bra with Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeers all over it.

She shrugged. “You’re not the only one with fun underwear.”

I cupped her breasts together and swiped my thumb over each tight tip. I stared at her as she straightened enough forme to get my mouth on her. I bit her nipple lightly through the material and she shuddered.

“Again.”