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Author: Donna Cummings
the very edge of madness, one sexy stroke at a time.
Chapter 2
S econd week of December
"No," Mia groaned. "It's too early. Let me sleep five more minutes."
Luke nuzzled her ear, and then her neck. "You said that fifteen minutes ago. Time to get up."
"I'm self-employed, remember?" She did her best to keep the down comforter tight around her so he couldn't pull it away. "I get to set my own schedule."
"I know," he continued in his low sexy voice. "But I have to go to work in a few hours. I'd like to spend some of them with you while you're awake."
She turned onto her back and gave him a suspicious look, her eyes narrowed. "You're the reason I need all this extra sleep."
He puffed his bare chest out with obvious pride. "I am, aren't I?"
She couldn't help but laugh. She tossed the covers aside, and then yanked them back up with a yelp. "It's freezing! How can you walk around without a shirt?"
He dropped down onto the bed next to her, on top of the covers. "What are you talking about? It's wicked hot in here. C'mere. I'll warm you up."
"I'm not falling for that one."
"Hmm, it's always worked before." He climbed under the covers with her, and pulled her naked body tight against his. "Feeling warmer now?"
She nodded, her thoughts already imagining what they'd be doing in just a few minutes. . .
"Great!" He threw the covers completely off and then grabbed her hands, tugging her out of the bed. "Time for a snowball fight!"
***
"A snowball fight?"
Mia's delighted laughter caused his body to respond, as it usually did, and he almost said he was kidding, just so he could tumble them both back into bed. But now that he knew she would be there every night, and he would wake up to see her each morning. . .
"I'll go easy on you," he teased.
"Oh no you won't! I've got brothers, remember? I've learned all their tricks. And come up with a few of my own."
"I can't wait to see what you've got."
She dashed over to the dresser, pulling out sweaters and jeans, her face lit up with excitement. Why had he suggested she cover up every bit of that delicious bare skin? But then he remembered how great it would be to peel off those layers afterwards—in front of the fireplace.
"Is it snowing again?" Mia asked.
Luke glanced out the window, watching the flurries turning to a steady snowfall. Normally he didn't care much for winter, or snow, but Mia had made him reconsider that, as well as a lot of other things.
In the next instant he heard the back door slam and saw Mia, bundled up in coat and boots and knit hat, getting a headstart on making snowballs. Two seconds later he was out there with her.
"Get ready for an epic snowball fight," he warned. "I never lose."
"Neither do I!"
***
M ia ducked behind the wooden deck, the same one they'd had dinner on that first day she'd met Luke, when she'd had to remind herself she didn't do summer flings. Now she was lying in wait, ready to bombard him with snowballs.
She never would have expected that two-week interlude to turn into something this wonderful, this lasting.
She crept around the edge of the deck, spying Luke at the other corner. She raised her arm to let the first snowball fly his direction. . . only Hellboy next door started barking as if she was an intruder. She turned around to shoosh the dog, and got hit in the back with one, then another, snowball.
"Hellboy, you traitor!"
Luke jogged to Mia's side, grinning. "I think he wants to come over here for a play date."
He strode to the fence and scooped up the pup from his little doghouse. Hellboy gave Luke's face several appreciative licks, as if he'd just been rescued from the wilds of Siberia, not the latest in heated igloo-shaped doggie abodes.
"If you weren't so adorable," Mia said, scratching behind the dog's ears, "I'd be upset that you made me lose that snowball fight." Hellboy whimpered once more, and tucked his head against Luke's chest. "Oh, now you're trying to make me feel bad."
Luke laughed. "Let's build the
Chapter 2
S econd week of December
"No," Mia groaned. "It's too early. Let me sleep five more minutes."
Luke nuzzled her ear, and then her neck. "You said that fifteen minutes ago. Time to get up."
"I'm self-employed, remember?" She did her best to keep the down comforter tight around her so he couldn't pull it away. "I get to set my own schedule."
"I know," he continued in his low sexy voice. "But I have to go to work in a few hours. I'd like to spend some of them with you while you're awake."
She turned onto her back and gave him a suspicious look, her eyes narrowed. "You're the reason I need all this extra sleep."
He puffed his bare chest out with obvious pride. "I am, aren't I?"
She couldn't help but laugh. She tossed the covers aside, and then yanked them back up with a yelp. "It's freezing! How can you walk around without a shirt?"
He dropped down onto the bed next to her, on top of the covers. "What are you talking about? It's wicked hot in here. C'mere. I'll warm you up."
"I'm not falling for that one."
"Hmm, it's always worked before." He climbed under the covers with her, and pulled her naked body tight against his. "Feeling warmer now?"
She nodded, her thoughts already imagining what they'd be doing in just a few minutes. . .
"Great!" He threw the covers completely off and then grabbed her hands, tugging her out of the bed. "Time for a snowball fight!"
***
"A snowball fight?"
Mia's delighted laughter caused his body to respond, as it usually did, and he almost said he was kidding, just so he could tumble them both back into bed. But now that he knew she would be there every night, and he would wake up to see her each morning. . .
"I'll go easy on you," he teased.
"Oh no you won't! I've got brothers, remember? I've learned all their tricks. And come up with a few of my own."
"I can't wait to see what you've got."
She dashed over to the dresser, pulling out sweaters and jeans, her face lit up with excitement. Why had he suggested she cover up every bit of that delicious bare skin? But then he remembered how great it would be to peel off those layers afterwards—in front of the fireplace.
"Is it snowing again?" Mia asked.
Luke glanced out the window, watching the flurries turning to a steady snowfall. Normally he didn't care much for winter, or snow, but Mia had made him reconsider that, as well as a lot of other things.
In the next instant he heard the back door slam and saw Mia, bundled up in coat and boots and knit hat, getting a headstart on making snowballs. Two seconds later he was out there with her.
"Get ready for an epic snowball fight," he warned. "I never lose."
"Neither do I!"
***
M ia ducked behind the wooden deck, the same one they'd had dinner on that first day she'd met Luke, when she'd had to remind herself she didn't do summer flings. Now she was lying in wait, ready to bombard him with snowballs.
She never would have expected that two-week interlude to turn into something this wonderful, this lasting.
She crept around the edge of the deck, spying Luke at the other corner. She raised her arm to let the first snowball fly his direction. . . only Hellboy next door started barking as if she was an intruder. She turned around to shoosh the dog, and got hit in the back with one, then another, snowball.
"Hellboy, you traitor!"
Luke jogged to Mia's side, grinning. "I think he wants to come over here for a play date."
He strode to the fence and scooped up the pup from his little doghouse. Hellboy gave Luke's face several appreciative licks, as if he'd just been rescued from the wilds of Siberia, not the latest in heated igloo-shaped doggie abodes.
"If you weren't so adorable," Mia said, scratching behind the dog's ears, "I'd be upset that you made me lose that snowball fight." Hellboy whimpered once more, and tucked his head against Luke's chest. "Oh, now you're trying to make me feel bad."
Luke laughed. "Let's build the