I chuckled and handed her my sweatshirt. “Wear this. It’s long enough to be a robe.” I picked up her wet robe with a teasing smile. “That’s what happens when you’re anxious to get in the shower with me.”
She smirked. “Complaining?”
I shook my head. “Far from it. I like you like this. Teasing and frisky. I love hearing you curse. It’s very sexy.” I ran my fingers down her arm, suddenly serious. “You were . . . we were amazing.”
She bit her lip, looking unsure.
“Hey,” I called in a gentle voice. “Last night—this morning—it was indescribable. You were everything I imagined . . . and more.”
She fingered the edge of her towel. “Eric didn’t like that,” she admitted. “He was very . . . reserved in the bedroom. He didn’t like dirty talk, and he hated it when I cursed.”
“I’m not Eric.”
Her head snapped up. “I know that. I’m not comparing. But last night, I felt like I could be . . . me. You made me feel safe enough to just . . . feel and enjoy.”
I pulled her close. “I like doing that for you.” I stared down into her warm eyes. “I know this”—I motioned between us—“has to stay private and in this room, but in here, Alex, you’re free to be you. My Alex.” I kissed her sweetly. “My cursing, sexy Alex.”
“I’ve never felt sexy.”
“You are. You are incredibly sexy.” I tugged her closer. “I can’t stop wanting you.”
Her eyes widened as she felt the evidence of my desire for her against her skin. Her shy gaze turned mischievous and bold.
“What . . . ?”
She tossed my sweatshirt behind me to the counter, dropped to her knees, and tugged on my towel. I stared down at her, my breath catching in my throat.
“Oh God, Alex, you don’t have to.”
“But I want to. And you said I could do whatever I wanted in this room, Dylan.”
Then she wrapped her lips around my cock.
I couldn’t argue with that rationale.
IT WAS ANOTHER DAY OF laziness and fun. We played games, watched more movies, and I made out with Alex every chance I got. While the popcorn popped and the kids were still engrossed in the movie in the other room. As I “helped” her make lunch. When the kids went outside for a snowball fight—Alex and I watched from the window, their antics making us laugh. They were so tired when they came inside, they fell asleep in front of the fire and didn’t even finish the hot cocoa Alex made them. I tackled her to the sofa and kissed her until we were breathless. She fell asleep in my arms, and I watched them all before napping myself. Something that hadn’t happened in years. Usually, I was too busy to take a nap. It was a great day.
After dinner was over and Seth had left for his room again, Noelle fell asleep between us, and once she was tucked into her bed, I had Alex alone. It was all I could do not to take her on the sofa in her small living room, but I left and waited for her to come to my room once she was sure both Seth and Noelle were settled for the night. Neither of us got much sleep, and when she slipped from my bed in the darkness, immediately I missed her beside me. I fell into a restless sleep and didn’t wake until later the next morning, my chest feeling tight for some reason.
When the elevator doors opened, I heard the sound of a voice I didn’t recognize. Walking into the bar, my heart sank. Through the window, I could see a large snow-clearing machine parked out front and massive piles of snow.
The cavalry had come.
The man I assumed was Mr. Johnson was standing and putting on his hat. “Thanks for the coffee and the meals, Alex. The missus will appreciate it. The roads are clearing up, and I know George is happy to be home.”
She smiled at him, holding out a box that contained his food. “Thanks, Mr. Johnson, I appreciate it.” She turned to me. “Good morning, Dylan.”
Her words were friendly, but her voice was different. Distant, polite. I was back to being a guest, which I knew would happen, but a small part of me hadn’t wanted it to materialize—especially so soon. And if George was back, that meant my time at the inn was almost done. I had to swallow a sudden lump in my throat before I returned her greeting.
“Morning, Alex.”
“Coffee’s on. I’ll get you some breakfast.”
“Just coffee is fine, thanks.”
“Okay. George is free whenever you want to see him.”
I nodded and turned away, busying myself getting coffee. The odd sensation in my chest tightened—the same ache I had felt the other night. I wondered if I was getting sick. Maybe I needed to see the doctor when I got home.