“How about we make a snowman?” I pulled on her big toe just to get her attention. Getting hard while I watched her read was the last thing I needed.
“Ah.” She pouted when the bone cracked a release. “Fine—Geez, snowman it is. You didn’t have to hurt me, you know.”
“Sorry, princess. Here, let me make it all better.” I kissed her black-lacquer tipped toe. She was too cute; everything about her made me all fuzzy inside. Didn’t that just sound like something a pussy would say? Fuck. How did I become a sappy man without looking like I was losing my man-like edge?This shit blows.
So we spent our afternoon right outside the cabin, throwing snowballs in-between making a half-assed snowman. I didn’t think I had that much fun since… ever.
When the rest of the gang started flooding in, we kept to ourselves, keeping our distance until I could get secret kisses from her. I loved how she would blush each and every time our eyes met and I would wink at her. Who would have guessed that Olivia Taylor had been a virgin before last night? All those guys that bragged; well, they just stupidly boasted.
She was mine. I had known it all along. The only problem I had afterward was for her to know it; for her to see that we were meant to be. After she had sealed her fate with me in that closet during third grade spin the bottle, I had known she was the one.
It was obvious that everyone was going to party the night away since it was our last night here. The next day, we were driving back home.
Jet kept throwing me knowing glances, but I didn’t speak a word of it. He liked to fuck with my brain when it came to Olivia. I didn’t have to break it down to him; the fucker just knew where I stood with her. I guessed he’d had his own motives for fucking with my head, though. After what he pulled with Olivia and that stupid fight we’d had after I saw them in bed together, shit got real for me.
There was no denying that I was in too deep for Olivia, but to admit that and pursue her again scared me senseless. Sure, she had tried to seek me out—she was worried even—but none of it had implied what I wanted to hear from her. I wanted itall—every last piece of her.
Ignoring her for a while worked, however when I saw her in the car, trying not to look at me, I just couldn’t help it, my guard started slipping.
I thought I was being wise when I had been flirting with Sam, hoping I’d get distracted from her sitting on Jack’s lap. The jealousy ate at me, though, and when I saw her jump out of the tub, all Hell broke loose. I had thought she and Jack were going to meet somewhere and finish whatever they had been whispering about.
So I had to get there before that cocky bastard found her, locking the door behind me just to make sure we were all alone so I could make a move on her. What I didn’t expect was for her to surpriseme. Her giving me her purity—her beauty—was the greatest gift she could ever give me. She didn’t even know it, but she had changed my life forever.
All the hurt and pain she’d caused me still remained, yet I was willing to move past it, hoping she was willing to push through it; to fight for us, if the time was right. Last night proved how strong that promised fate was. I believed in it, believed in her. I had an overwhelming conviction that, at the end of the day, she and I belonged together, to each other.
An hour had passed since Olivia had excused herself to her room after we’d had dinner, and it was another hour after I had joined in on the games and drinking before I thought of leaving. I didn’t want to be too obvious. I had plans for tonight and I had hoped that she would have an appetite for what I had in mind.
Excusing myself from my friends, I gathered what I needed and went straight into my bedroom. It took me over half an hour to get everything ready and situated.
Now, out in the hallway, I rubbed my hands together as I walked along towards her bedroom. Once I reached it, I blew out a breath before I knocked loudly three times. When I opened it, I was surprised to see her on the sofa with her nose still stuck in her book.
“I knocked three times and you didn’t even bother opening?” I said the second the door shut behind me.
She smiled, still reading her novel. “Sorry. Story’s getting serious.”
Damn, she looked too adorable. “I’m getting serious, too—from absolute neglect.”
She flickered her gaze at me. “Oh, yeah? You sure don’t look it.”
I slid my hands in my pockets, not swaying from her charming display of smiles. “You still owe me a kiss.” I licked the bottom of my lip, missing her badly. “I’m waiting, Olivia.”
“Oh, now where’s my manners, huh?” She shut the book loudly before running up towards me, jumping on my body and kissing me hungrily.
I wanted to strip her naked and worship her body, but fuck, I had to wait. “Are you up for some dessert?” I asked between kisses while my hands fully cupped her tight ass. God, she was fucking delicious. I groaned, thinking about her tight body.
“I’m up for whatever you have in mind.”
That’s my girl. It took me another minute before I finally broke free from her with my body wildly protesting from it, but I pushed my needs to the side and focused on her. I wanted to show her a fun night.
Besides, I wanted what I had planned to last for hours, and for me to achieve that, I had to wait it out and simply enjoy being in her presence.
Coming out of her room, we walked side by side towards mine, and when I opened my door, I heard her gasp in surprise.
The area close to the fireplace had been transformed into a bed of roses. I had champagne chilled in a bucket, chocolate fondue, different fruits and pastries with soft jazz playing in the background.
“Grey, this looks marvelous,” she said as she slowly walked towards it then took her boots off and carefully stepped onto the rose petals, grinning like a little girl.
“I’m glad you approve.” Honestly, this was the most elaborate thing I had ever done for any woman; for anyone really. So I was nervous, but now that I saw how much she adored it, I was grinning along with her.