wanted to be in his arms.
“ You’re stuck with me tonight Lo, I’m not going back to my room and I don’t care if I have to sleep on your couch or in the hallway, I’m spending the night with you come hell or high water. So what do you say we watch a movie and just hangout? I’m sure we can get some drinks sent up. Have you eaten?”
She shook her head. “I don’t drink anymore,” and hadn’t since that fateful video shoot, “And I just got back from dinner with Stanton and Toro.”
“Oh,” he said and leaned in and grabbed her hand. “So scratch that then. Movie?”
She looked down at her hand in his, reveling in the warmth that was suffusing her skin from his body. “I…Ok ground rules.”
Winter raised a brow.
“First, I don’t know about us Winter, I just don’t. You want to be friends again, I can do friends, but friends don’t hold hands, friends don’t make out and friends certainly don’t eye fuck each other at every turn.”
He laughed. “Sweetheart, if I saw you on the street I would eye fuck the shit outta you. It has nothing to do with you being my friend, and has everything to do with you being a down as fuck woman who gets my cock hard.”
She frowned. “Friends Winter. Like we used to be. And no sex talk.”
He shrugged. “You know damn well that wasn’t sex talk, that was me being honest. My pillow talk has evolved sweetness… but if you don’t want to be exposed to it yet, then fine.”
She relaxed. Sex talk would get her all revved up, close to the tipping point. Winter could read the phonebook and she could get off just from hearing the dark, rusty timbre of his voice, so leaving the hot button words he loved to use on her out would be a saving grace.
He grinned. “Friends. Like we used to be.” He said and pulled her forward by the hand. She doubled forward and he kissed her. The world exploded around her. God, how she missed the feel of his lips on hers, firm, but ever so yielding. She pushed to the back of her head thoughts of the other girls his lips had kissed since they broke up, pushed the fear that this slight touch would end her further back. She needed this, needed to feel him again.
Oh sweet heaven she missed him. She let a slight moan escape her lips, trying hard not to lose herself in the sensation of his lips when he took the initiative and slipped his tongue past her teeth to spar with her own.
And holy shit, could he ever kiss. It was possible that she had forgotten, but more believable that he had gotten better. Once again thoughts of other girls roared to the forefront, but she pushed through, her entire being focused on the petting her tongue was getting from his.
And he didn’t move, just kissed her long slow and deep, as if he was making love to her mouth. She slipped into the feeling more and groaned when he ended the kiss and pulled away.
“Friends. Just like we used to be.” He winked and got to his feet and her eyes followed with a tilt of her head. He walked behind the couch to the sideboard where the phone was sitting.
“So? No drinks, how about some dessert?”
Dessert? He just kissed me like that and he’s talking about dessert? She mused as she hid her thoughts behind a smile. “Sure. Tell them to send up the Lola special.”
He raise d a brow and quickly parroted her words to the person on the other end, and added a six pack of Perrigino orange flavored sparkling water and a pot of mint tea. She smiled to herself. He remembered she drank mint tea at night to keep her voice trained.
“Ok so that’s done,” he said as he hopped over the back of the couch and plopped down on the couch next to her. “Movie? Horror? Comedy? Action?”
Her brain went right to Horror, and thoughts of the past. How many times had they watched a horror flick and she ended up in his lap, his hand up her skirt as he whispered dirty things to her? No, horror was out. “Um, Action? I could go for some explosions.” She offered, trying hard to