ass.
While he dug his hand into the Doritos bag and helped himself to a fistful, he said, “I wonder if there’s an ice machine? These margaritas would taste better with ice. I should look.”
“You should probably get dressed first,” Blue said, rolling onto her side and propping her head up with her hand.
He made a face at her at her mock innocent tone. “It’s a good thing I have you around, otherwise I’d be strolling outside into a blizzard naked.”
Blue laughed. “You should try sarcasm more often. That was pretty good.”
“Why, thank you.” Retrieving their cups from the nightstand, he poured more liquor into them, followed by mixer. Then taking the two bottles he opened the motel room door and plunked them down out in the snowdrift that had accumulated outside. “That will cool them down for later.”
Giving an involuntary yelp as the cold air wafted over her, Blue grabbed a bed pillow and plunked it down over her mostly naked body. “Are you crazy? Close the door! It’s cold and you’re naked! Someone will see you!”
He turned his head and shrugged. “Who the hell is going to see me? There is no one else here, Roy is asleep I’m sure, and there isn’t a single car out on the road. Besides, you said this room was too hot.”
All of which made total sense. “Nothing phases you, does it? You’re just chill all the time. That kind of freaks me out.”
Christian cocked a brow and slammed his fists together to crack all his knuckles. “It freaks me out that that freaks you out.”
“So we’re just a couple of freaks?”
“Seems that way.”
“Are you going to close the door?”
“Eventually. After I’ve proved my point that no one will ever see me—”
Christian’s words cut off and he started laughing.
“What?” Blue sat up and tried to look out the open door. Not that she wanted to get too close to it. It was damn cold and the wind was howling, kicking up snow. Christian actually had snowflakes on his feet.
“Someone just drove past. A female cop. She waved.” With that, he shut the door. “That was funny.”
“You’re lucky she didn’t ticket you for indecent exposure.”
He just shrugged, rubbing his arms. “Man, it’s cold out there.”
Really? Men could be just totally baffling. Blue balled up his T-shirt and threw it at him. “No kidding, Einstein.”
Catching the shirt, he said, “I’m not going to wear a shirt with no pants. That would really toss me into the pervert at the door category. Besides, it’s just hard to feel sexy with a shirt on and no boxers.”
“Then put on your boxers,” she drawled. “That seems a little obvious.”
He did step into his boxers then took a swig of his drink. “I’m too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts.” Then he did an impromptu strut, a sort of macho frat boy version of the catwalk, swinging his T-shirt.
Blue didn’t want to laugh. She really didn’t. But by the second pass when he had stuck his hand out and switched to “Do you think I’m sexy?” by Rod Stewart, she totally lost it.
“Oh, my God, you’re ridiculous.” She was laughing so hard it hurt, especially when he morphed into doing the sprinkler dance move, then did some hip thrusting in his boxers. “Stop.”
He did then pulled an innocent expression. “Stop what?” He handed over her drink and took another sip of his. “Want any of this food?”
“Sure. Bring the chips to bed and we can get under the covers since this room is, ahem, freezing now from having the door open for twenty minutes. Maybe there’s something on TV we can watch.”
They settled back into bed, Christian propped up against the headboard, pulling her against him. It was a nice position, all that warm naked man chest behind her, strong enough and broad enough that she just felt relaxed, not like she was crushing the life out of him.
“The temperature’s just right in here,” he told her in a teasing voice as he started channel surfing.
“Uh-huh.”
While he dug his hand into the Doritos bag and helped himself to a fistful, he said, “I wonder if there’s an ice machine? These margaritas would taste better with ice. I should look.”
“You should probably get dressed first,” Blue said, rolling onto her side and propping her head up with her hand.
He made a face at her at her mock innocent tone. “It’s a good thing I have you around, otherwise I’d be strolling outside into a blizzard naked.”
Blue laughed. “You should try sarcasm more often. That was pretty good.”
“Why, thank you.” Retrieving their cups from the nightstand, he poured more liquor into them, followed by mixer. Then taking the two bottles he opened the motel room door and plunked them down out in the snowdrift that had accumulated outside. “That will cool them down for later.”
Giving an involuntary yelp as the cold air wafted over her, Blue grabbed a bed pillow and plunked it down over her mostly naked body. “Are you crazy? Close the door! It’s cold and you’re naked! Someone will see you!”
He turned his head and shrugged. “Who the hell is going to see me? There is no one else here, Roy is asleep I’m sure, and there isn’t a single car out on the road. Besides, you said this room was too hot.”
All of which made total sense. “Nothing phases you, does it? You’re just chill all the time. That kind of freaks me out.”
Christian cocked a brow and slammed his fists together to crack all his knuckles. “It freaks me out that that freaks you out.”
“So we’re just a couple of freaks?”
“Seems that way.”
“Are you going to close the door?”
“Eventually. After I’ve proved my point that no one will ever see me—”
Christian’s words cut off and he started laughing.
“What?” Blue sat up and tried to look out the open door. Not that she wanted to get too close to it. It was damn cold and the wind was howling, kicking up snow. Christian actually had snowflakes on his feet.
“Someone just drove past. A female cop. She waved.” With that, he shut the door. “That was funny.”
“You’re lucky she didn’t ticket you for indecent exposure.”
He just shrugged, rubbing his arms. “Man, it’s cold out there.”
Really? Men could be just totally baffling. Blue balled up his T-shirt and threw it at him. “No kidding, Einstein.”
Catching the shirt, he said, “I’m not going to wear a shirt with no pants. That would really toss me into the pervert at the door category. Besides, it’s just hard to feel sexy with a shirt on and no boxers.”
“Then put on your boxers,” she drawled. “That seems a little obvious.”
He did step into his boxers then took a swig of his drink. “I’m too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts.” Then he did an impromptu strut, a sort of macho frat boy version of the catwalk, swinging his T-shirt.
Blue didn’t want to laugh. She really didn’t. But by the second pass when he had stuck his hand out and switched to “Do you think I’m sexy?” by Rod Stewart, she totally lost it.
“Oh, my God, you’re ridiculous.” She was laughing so hard it hurt, especially when he morphed into doing the sprinkler dance move, then did some hip thrusting in his boxers. “Stop.”
He did then pulled an innocent expression. “Stop what?” He handed over her drink and took another sip of his. “Want any of this food?”
“Sure. Bring the chips to bed and we can get under the covers since this room is, ahem, freezing now from having the door open for twenty minutes. Maybe there’s something on TV we can watch.”
They settled back into bed, Christian propped up against the headboard, pulling her against him. It was a nice position, all that warm naked man chest behind her, strong enough and broad enough that she just felt relaxed, not like she was crushing the life out of him.
“The temperature’s just right in here,” he told her in a teasing voice as he started channel surfing.
“Uh-huh.”
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