guess? He was biding his time, waiting for a good time to bring it up.
Now wasn’t a good time. We were too busy with the pizza and beer we’d stopped off for on the way home.
I was gonna have to do a second workout tonight because of this shit.
But whatever. It would be worth it.
The sound of the garage door opening hummed through the house, and Romeo took a sip of his beer and stood. “Girls are here.”
I couldn’t wait to tell Ivy about the draft.
We stepped out into the garage just as the door finished sliding up. The sound of Ivy’s engine cut off, and we stood there and watched as the girls climbed out.
Rim was in the driver’s seat.
What the fuck was that about?
The pair didn’t see us at first. They were laughing about something as they came around the hood of the car toward the door. Ivy was the first to realize we were watching them. She glanced up, and our eyes aligned almost instantly.
But then her gaze slid away. Almost like she was upset. Or nervous.
That wasn’t our usual greeting.
“‘Bout time you got here,” Romeo called over, and Rimmel’s face cracked into a large smile.
There. That was what I was used to seeing.
Rim hurried across the snow-slick driveway and lost her balance. Rome and I both rushed forward to try and catch her, but she managed to right herself and not fall.
“And you wonder why I don’t want you driving in the snow,” Romeo muttered. “Damn, Smalls. You can’t even walk in it.”
Rimmel gave Ivy a knowing look, and they laughed.
I liked the sound of Ivy’s laugh. It was familiar and comfortable. Like home.
Romeo picked Rim up and tossed her over his shoulder, heading into the house. She squealed the whole way.
I met Ivy in the center of the driveway, snowflakes gathering in her hair and clinging to the tips of her dark eyelashes. “You look like a cupcake,” I announced.
That got me a smile.
I liked it.
I wanted another one.
“A cupcake?” she repeated, amused.
I nodded. “And all these snowflakes fighting for a place on you look like sprinkles. You know how much I love sprinkles.”
That got me a light giggle and another smile.
Damn, I loved her.
“You ever kiss in the snow?” I murmured, slipping an arm around her waist.
“If I have, I certainly can’t remember,” she replied, leaning into my chest.
“Good answer,” I murmured and took my time leaning down toward her. I enjoyed the way her eyelashes fluttered as if my mere closeness was too enticing for her eyes to stay open. The tip of her nose was pink from the cold, and as I leaned in slightly closer, her teeth sank into her lower lip.
She was anticipating me.
Waiting.
For me. For my lips. For a taste of only me.
I allowed my lips to brush ever so lightly over hers, and she leaned up, trying to deepen the contact. I pulled back, depriving her of a full-on kiss. “I love you,” I breathed against her, my lips caressing hers with each word I whispered.
Her hands came up and clutched at the front of my shirt, and I brought us fully together. She parted immediately, already knowing what she wanted. I took my time once again, slipping my tongue against hers before curling it around completely and sucking it gently into my mouth.
The grip on my shirt slackened, and most of her weight shifted toward me.
I tightened my arms and held her up, all the while continuing the slow fuck I was giving her mouth.
I don’t know how long we kissed, but I was in no hurry. We stood out there in the cold, snow falling around us in a silent curtain. I pulled back just as slowly as I began, teasing her with more before finally lifting my head.
Ivy collapsed against my chest and buried her face in the crook of my neck. Her cold nose pressed against the spot where my pulse thumped just beneath the skin. It was a shocking contrast to the way my blood boiled.
“Hey.” I rubbed a hand up her back. “What’s going on?”
She made a sound and snuggled closer.
I don’t know why, but it
Now wasn’t a good time. We were too busy with the pizza and beer we’d stopped off for on the way home.
I was gonna have to do a second workout tonight because of this shit.
But whatever. It would be worth it.
The sound of the garage door opening hummed through the house, and Romeo took a sip of his beer and stood. “Girls are here.”
I couldn’t wait to tell Ivy about the draft.
We stepped out into the garage just as the door finished sliding up. The sound of Ivy’s engine cut off, and we stood there and watched as the girls climbed out.
Rim was in the driver’s seat.
What the fuck was that about?
The pair didn’t see us at first. They were laughing about something as they came around the hood of the car toward the door. Ivy was the first to realize we were watching them. She glanced up, and our eyes aligned almost instantly.
But then her gaze slid away. Almost like she was upset. Or nervous.
That wasn’t our usual greeting.
“‘Bout time you got here,” Romeo called over, and Rimmel’s face cracked into a large smile.
There. That was what I was used to seeing.
Rim hurried across the snow-slick driveway and lost her balance. Rome and I both rushed forward to try and catch her, but she managed to right herself and not fall.
“And you wonder why I don’t want you driving in the snow,” Romeo muttered. “Damn, Smalls. You can’t even walk in it.”
Rimmel gave Ivy a knowing look, and they laughed.
I liked the sound of Ivy’s laugh. It was familiar and comfortable. Like home.
Romeo picked Rim up and tossed her over his shoulder, heading into the house. She squealed the whole way.
I met Ivy in the center of the driveway, snowflakes gathering in her hair and clinging to the tips of her dark eyelashes. “You look like a cupcake,” I announced.
That got me a smile.
I liked it.
I wanted another one.
“A cupcake?” she repeated, amused.
I nodded. “And all these snowflakes fighting for a place on you look like sprinkles. You know how much I love sprinkles.”
That got me a light giggle and another smile.
Damn, I loved her.
“You ever kiss in the snow?” I murmured, slipping an arm around her waist.
“If I have, I certainly can’t remember,” she replied, leaning into my chest.
“Good answer,” I murmured and took my time leaning down toward her. I enjoyed the way her eyelashes fluttered as if my mere closeness was too enticing for her eyes to stay open. The tip of her nose was pink from the cold, and as I leaned in slightly closer, her teeth sank into her lower lip.
She was anticipating me.
Waiting.
For me. For my lips. For a taste of only me.
I allowed my lips to brush ever so lightly over hers, and she leaned up, trying to deepen the contact. I pulled back, depriving her of a full-on kiss. “I love you,” I breathed against her, my lips caressing hers with each word I whispered.
Her hands came up and clutched at the front of my shirt, and I brought us fully together. She parted immediately, already knowing what she wanted. I took my time once again, slipping my tongue against hers before curling it around completely and sucking it gently into my mouth.
The grip on my shirt slackened, and most of her weight shifted toward me.
I tightened my arms and held her up, all the while continuing the slow fuck I was giving her mouth.
I don’t know how long we kissed, but I was in no hurry. We stood out there in the cold, snow falling around us in a silent curtain. I pulled back just as slowly as I began, teasing her with more before finally lifting my head.
Ivy collapsed against my chest and buried her face in the crook of my neck. Her cold nose pressed against the spot where my pulse thumped just beneath the skin. It was a shocking contrast to the way my blood boiled.
“Hey.” I rubbed a hand up her back. “What’s going on?”
She made a sound and snuggled closer.
I don’t know why, but it
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