But it could still benefit from being kept in the microwave, couldn’t it? The window was actively letting icy air in, after all. I hadn’t run the heater since the night before, so the temperature in the cabin had already dropped a lot.
I was making up excuses, and I knew it.
But the alternative was sitting in the same chair until Madi came back.
Maybe the excuses were a good thing.
I got up and took the plate to the microwave, opening it up and sticking the ceramic dish inside. When it was shut, I let out a rough breath and nodded.
Good.
That was good.
I could go to work now, and?—
My feet were already moving across the floor.
Her bra and shorts were in my hand a moment later.
Fuck it.
They were at my nose in a heartbeat, and a fierce groan rattled my chest as her smell filled my lungs.
Rich, sweet honey.
Dark, earthy chocolate.
I could’ve come in my pants like a fucking teenager at her scent alone.
I knew I needed to move the fabric away. To put it on the floor.
I just couldn’t.
I took in another deep drag, like the fucking addict I was.
Madi smelled like pure, undiluted pleasure.
If she smelled that good, I’d lose my mind at her taste.
My hands were already moving the fabric, parting it so I could get my tongue on the closest thing I had to her skin, when I heard the softest crunch of snow outside.
She was back.
I was so fucking twisted.
If the snow didn’t melt soon, I’d end up offering her literally anything for a taste.
Maybe I should.
Maybe if I did, I could get her out of my head. Out of my mind. Out of my system.
There wasn’t a chance in hell she could live up to the fantasies I’d had playing through my mind for the last decade.
I managed to shove the fabric in my pocket before she slipped in through the window, shaking snow from her red fur as she landed lightly on her paws.
I forced myself to walk to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel.
There wasn’t time to hide the evidence of my insanity. I just had to hope she didn’t notice her underwear in my pocket.
