Page 193 of Snap Shot

“Holy shit,” she grumbles behind me.

I glance back, one eye on the skillet so I don't burn the eggs. “Morning.”

Indi pads up to me in those green Christmas socks, an unevenly-buttoned pajama shirt, and nothing else. Gorgeous, full waves of her hair sit on her naked shoulder where the collar is askew.

“It hasgotto be illegal,” she continues after a deep inhale, pressing her chest against my back and placing her hands on my pecs. “To look that good while cooking…?” Her eyes narrow in question up at me, unable to see over the curve of my shoulder.

“Scrambled eggs, turkey sausage, waffles, and I've got an iced latte in the fridge—”

“To look this good while making the breakfast of champions after spending an insane amount of hours railing your girlfriend into oblivion. Absolutely criminal.”

“Oooh, what're you gonna do?” I switch off the gas. “Gonna turn me in? Cuff me?” My tongue sweeps over my bottom lip while guiding her by the hips to the counter.

“Tempting.” Her eyebrow quirks and lips curve upward, adorable dimples inviting the onslaught.

I bring her mouth to mine, hand on her throat. An excited pulse drums against my palm.

She moans.

“First, food.” I don't want to, but I break the kiss. “Then you can do whatever you want to me.”

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Indi adjusts her hat in the visor mirror from the passenger seat of her rental as we turn onto the highway. “This is crazy. You should be with your family. I know you don't get much time with them during the season—”

“I'll be with them when I get back.” I give her leg a rub before grabbing her fidgety hand and pulling it to my chest. “It's only two hours.”

“One way. That's like half the day.”

“I'm your boyfriend, Indi. Boyfriends do stuff like driving their girlfriend to the airport.”

She gives in with a sigh, knocking into the headrest. “Fine.”

I can't seem to let her go at the Toronto airport's car return. Every innocent kiss escalates, growing hungry and obscene. One small taste isn't enough. I want to gorge, devour. Have all of her. Our tongues swipe and lips swell, hands wandering through the layers of outerwear and sweaters. Indi nips my bottom lip and sucks, pulling it away and letting it recoil with asplat. We jolt when the attendant taps on the window with his fist, clearly annoyed for blocking the lane for the past thirty minutes. “Sir, are you returning the vehicle or not?”

I glare at him as Indi blushes and wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then angrily hit the window switch with my index finger. It lowers leisurely. “Here.” I pull a platinum, heavy-to-the-touch credit card from my wallet.

He's confused and looks at his tablet. “But there's already a card on file for the rental.”

“Radek, let's go.” Indi tugs at my coat sleeve.

“Just wait a sec, eh?” I turn back to this jerk. “I don't think you get it. I'm not paying for the weekend. I'm buying it, in hopes that you'll leave us alone.”

His jaw drops. So does Indi's. “Sorry, what?”

“I wanna drive away in this. Can you get someone who'll help me make that happen?”

Indi's hands slap to her face with a muted groan.

The wise-ass attendant shakes his head and jogs to the office.

She backhands my arm, which would hurt if her mittens weren't so fluffy. “You bought the damn car?!”

“Yeah.” My shoulders lift. “I don't have a Jeep. This one drives well, only has a couple thousand miles on it, plus—” I tip my torso over the console. “If it's mine, I get to kiss you however much I want inside it without Mr. Wet Blanket interrupting.”

“Buying cars so we can make out, eh?” Her tone chides me, but the smile gives her away. She appreciates the gesture. “I told you, I'm already in love with you.” We exchange two short kisses before Indi thwarts me. “Idohave a flight to catch, though. When are you back in Ottawa?”

I whine. “Tomorrow morning, but I have an early skate.”

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