I turn to him, and beneath the stars I catch the lust in his eyes. It burns through my blood and as arousal takes hold, my nipples harden, and my panties grow damp.
Luke might have offered to teach me about sex—a friend helping a friend—but from everything he’s said to me since we’ve been here, to the way he’s looking at me right now, it’s clear he wants everything that comes with this pretend honeymoon.
What do you want, Katee?
A big fat snowflake lands on my eyelash and I blink it away. “It’s snowing,” I squeal and open my mouth to catch a few falling flakes.
Becca laughs. “I take it you haven’t seen a lot of snow in your lifetime.”
“Not too much. Which is why I’m freezing to death here.”
“The bonfire will warm us all up.”
Luke puts his mouth back to my ear. “I’ll warm you up.”
Becca grins at me, and I wonder if she heard Luke. “I hope they have marshmallows,” she says, and while I love marshmallows, I know better than to eat them, especially after this morning’s tart.
We travel along the path for a little while longer, and eventually the driver stops in front of a gorgeous log lodge. The smell of a wood burning fire reaches my nose and I breathe it in.
“Okay folks,” the driver says. “Everyone off. I’ll be by in a couple of hours to take you all back to your lodging.”
Luke jumps down, grips my waist and hauls me off. I slide down his body, and the groan in the back of his throat curls through me. He grips my hand and we walk into the lodge together. I spin to take it all in. It’s elegant, yet rustic, and so damn cozy. In the middle of the room there is a huge walk-around fireplace, and there are trays of sandwiches, sweets, and marshmallows for roasting, set out for us.
“Wine or beer?” Luke asks, when he spots the bar.
“I’ll have white wine.”
He glances past my shoulder, and I take in his handsome face, specifically his beautiful lips.
I want them on my body.
“How about you, Becca and Trey?” Luke asks. “What can I get you?”
“I’ll go with you,” Trey says, and Becca reaches for my hand when we’re alone.
“That man can’t keep his hands off you,” she teases.
I spin, and watch Luke walk away. My gaze drops to his ass, and a fine shiver moves through me.
“He’s a hands-on kind of guy,” I say.
“Trey is a huge fan of his. He told me they call him the Stick Handler.” She giggles and says, “That sounds kind of dirty.”
I laugh with her, my mind rewinding to what he said about his nickname. “You’re right, it does, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t get it from the ice.”
“Then you’re a damn lucky girl.”
Not yet, but I could be.
“What are you two laughing about?” Trey asks, when the guys return.
“Girl stuff,” I say and give Becca a wink.
Just then a middle-aged woman dressed in a wool sweater and jeans, her short hair tucked behind her ears, steps up to us all. “Welcome everyone. Please help yourself to some food, and grab a seat by the fire to warm up.” She checks her watch. “My name is Veronica, and I’ll be leading the games. We’ll get going in a few minutes.”
I hand my wine back to Luke as I shrug out of my coat. Then I take his drink so he can do the same. We all grab chairs near the fire and the warmth rushes over my body. I take another sip of wine, and I’m already starting to feel the effects. I lean into Luke, and he puts his arm around me.
“Okay folks, let’s find out just how well you newlyweds really know each other.”