I wasn’t wrong.
He refused to remove his foot from my house, and instead placed his hand to the door, pushed it all the way open, and took another step inside. Within a matter of seconds, he was in my home and had his hands on me.
Eyes wide, I demanded, “What are you doing? I told you I have to go—”
Taking hold of my face, he growled, “Showing you how wrong you are,” before wiping every last thought from my mind with a kiss that took my breath away.
I wanted to fight him, and I did for a beat, but the connection we shared was too strong. It always had been. Winter wasn’t a man I could ever fight and win against. As much as I tried to argue that he didn’t still own my heart, this kiss would tell him once and for all that he did.
The kiss lasted forever, or at least that was how it felt. It consumed me, and although I hadn’t wanted it, I didn’t want it to end. By the time Winter dragged his lips from mine, my arms were around him, my body was pressed hard against his, and I was breathless with need.
He let me go and ran his finger lightly down the centre of my lips. “What time will you be home?”
I scrambled to get my thoughts together. Just because his kiss had revealed my feelings, it didn’t mean I had to give in to him. It certainly didn’t change things between us.
Shaking my head, I retreated. “No—”
My phone rang, cutting me off. It sat on the table in my entryway, and I reached for it because I was waiting on a call from Mum.
Glancing at Winter, I said, “I have to take this.”
He nodded.
I gave him the look that expressed my desire for him to leave, but he ignored it and said, “Take the call, Angel. I’m not going anywhere.”
Jesus.
Men.
I put the phone to my ear, my eyes firmly on Winter as I hit him with a pissed-off glare. “Hey, Mum. Did you decide on the salad?”
“Yes. Can you grab the chicken and pesto pasta salad?”
The deli around the corne
r from where I lived made the best salads known to mankind. Mum had asked me to bring a salad but had changed her mind every day this week as to which one. They were all that good.
“Are you sure now?”
“No! But yes.”
I laughed.
Winter’s mouth curved into a sexy smile as he watched me. Clearly my glare was a fail. I tried to inject a little more pissed-off-ness into it, but it only encouraged him. When his smile grew, I muttered, “Ugh.”
“What? You think I should choose a different salad?” Mum asked, mistaking my grumbling to be about the salad rather than about the man standing in front of me.
“No, sorry, that wasn’t for you.”
“Who was it for?”
I realised my mistake the minute it was out of my mouth, but it was too late by then. “No one, Mum. I have to go. I’ll see you soon.”
As I tried desperately to end the call, Winter reached for the phone and put it to his ear, blocking my attempts to grab it back off him. “Jennifer.” He uttered one bloody word, and I just knew my mother would melt. She loved him too much.
I couldn’t hear her response, but the way Winter continued smiling told me she was happy to hear from him. “No, I don’t have any plans for today,” he said. After listening to what she said after that, he then replied, “I’d love to come. It’ll be good to catch up with you guys.”
My eyes widened.