Piper crossed her arms, plumping up the breasts he was trying not to ogle.
“You want a sweatshirt or something? I didn’t think about you getting cold.” Please say yes. Myles had every intention of being a gentleman, but his will-power was only so strong.
“What on earth are you doing?”
“Huh? Oh.” He lifted the edge of the comforter and finished draping it over the chairs. “I made you a blanket fort.”
“A blanket fort?” The edge of confusion in her smile told him she didn’t get it.
“You did tell me once that was your favorite scene in The Holiday. I thought it’d be fun to watch it with you from a blanket fort.”
“That’s—”
Stupid? Silly? Crazy?
“—awesome.” She flashed him the smile that’d been haunting his dreams. “What can I do to help?”
“Go nab the rest of the pillows and comforter from the guest room.”
He grabbed her one of his sweatshirts, while she was at it, then went to check on the popcorn, which he barely saved from burning. By the time he’d dumped it all in a bowl and added salt, she’d also robbed the pillows from his room and some from the sofa and made a cozy little nest beneath the impromptu canopy in front of the TV. She’d also put on the sweatshirt—thank God.
He queued up the movie and crawled in to join her, loving that she immediately snuggled in. And then he could feel all those curves he was trying not to think about, despite the sweatshirt. But at least he had his arm around her. She balanced the popcorn on her lap, tossing some into her mouth as the title credits started.
“This was a fabulous idea,” she said.
“I had at least a couple dozen different plans for our first date during the hiatus. Karaoke among them.”
“Oh yeah?”
“But ultimately I decided I wanted you all to myself.” Myles turned his head, taking advantage of the fact that her hair was still pinned up to press another tiny kiss to the sensitive skin behind her ear. Her shiver made him smile.
Piper turned her head, leveling those big brown eyes on his. “And what exactly are your plans for me, Mr. Stewart?”
“Something along the lines of making up for lost time,” he murmured.
She was the one who tipped forward, closing the distance between them. Myles hummed low in his throat as she fitted her mouth to his, no hesitation, just a slow, easy exploration. There’d been no time for this with any of their stage kisses. He knew the heat that lingered just below the surface, just waiting to hit flashpoint. He’d felt it the night he’d kisse
d her the first time, outside Speakeasy. Had dreamed of it in the months since. But he didn’t press. He’d follow whatever pace, whatever tone she set.
She shifted, twisting to better face him. Myles blindly set the popcorn aside, dimly grateful they hadn’t gotten around to opening the Cokes as she wrapped her arms around him and took the kiss deeper. He slid his hand beneath the sweatshirt, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin tank beneath.
Just a little touch.
Snaking his hand beneath the tank, he spread his palm against the small of her back. Piper let out a sexy little moan and opened to him, her tongue darting out to dance with his.
For a moment, Myles thought his butt cheek had gone to sleep from sitting on the floor. Then he realized his phone was vibrating in his pocket. He growled in annoyance, wishing it to silence.
Piper broke the kiss. “Do you need to get that?”
“Right now I don’t care if the world is ending outside those doors. I’ve got good sturdy locks. They’ll keep the zombies out.”
“But what if it’s something to do with the Sunday edition?”
He tucked a lock of hair that’d fallen free back behind her ear. “I both love and hate that you thought of that.” Heaving a sigh, he wiggled until he could get his phone out of his back pocket. It’d stopped ringing, but the readout said the call was from Simone. “Crap. I should probably call her back.”
Piper sat back, straightening her sweatshirt and grabbing the bowl of popcorn.
“Just don’t—I’ll make this quick.”