I was confident about that, after our conversation earlier.
“You never know what’s going to happen when you hook up with someone you randomly meet at a bar,” I teased lightly. “Maybe he’ll get addicted to strawberries and cream or something.”
“Not likely.”
“There’s always a chance. Saying never is basically tempting fate.”
“I make my own fate.” He lowered his lips to my shoulder, brushing them lightly over my skin. “Kind of like you, little runaway.”
My amusement faded slightly at the reminder. “I’m not trying to make my own fate. I’m just trying to survive. If I end up mated to that fucker, he’s going to drain the life out of me.”
“You’re not going to mate with him. We’re going to get you away from here before he can catch you.” Bo’s voice was firm.
“I hope so.”
“We will.” He kissed my shoulder again, lightly. “We should call it a night. We need our energy for a day full of Call of Duty tomorrow.”
“Good plan.” I eased myself off his lap and to my feet. “You’re sleeping in your bed with me, right?”
“Yup. I’m not spending all night on the couch when I could have you pressed up against me.” He squeezed my ass lightly.
My chest warmed, but I caught his hand before I headed to the bedroom. He followed closely, and our bodies brushed repeatedly as we moved.
Bo slipped beneath the rumpled blanket while I got ready for bed. He was waiting with an arm tucked lazily behind his head when I stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but my typical pair of shorts.
That was all I usually slept in, and my inner devil pushed me to see how he felt about it.
His bare chest rumbled, his eyes growing hooded as his gaze followed me across the room. “No bra?”
“Bras are annoying.”
“Agreed. You should never wear one again.”
“I’ll throw them out,” I drawled, slipping beneath the blanket with Bo.
“As long as you remember who those pretty little tits belong to.”
“Me?” I teased.
He growled playfully, grabbing my waist and dragging my bare chest to his. He had on a pair of shorts, but I knew he wasn’t wearing anything beneath them.
His erection pressed against my inner thigh as he pulled my body halfway over the top of his. “No. You’re mine, Madi.”
“Until the snow melts.”
“Forget the snow.” He buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. “How do you feel about middle of the night sex?”
“While we’re half asleep?”
He made a sound of agreement.
“Sounds hot. I’m in. Just let me sleep for a few hours first.”
“Guess I can manage that.”
I swatted his arm lightheartedly. “Go to sleep, Bobo.”
“Alright. Goodnight.”
