Page 37 of Holiday Power Play

The bathroom door opens, and Lana steps out in a little silk pajama top and shorts ensemble. The cabin is still pretty cold except for the area near the fire. She smells like flowers, soft and sensual, as she approaches me, tugging her tight curls out of a bun and shaking them out.

So beautiful. The second she gets to me, I hand her a mug. “Hey,” I say.

“Hey,” she says back, taking a sip of the hot liquid. Her eyes widen and she looks at me. “Wow, what did you put in this?”

“Crack,” I say matter-of-factly, guiding her to the couch with my hand on the small of her back.

She huffs out a laugh, the mug still to her lips ready for another sip.

“It’s my mom’s recipe,” I admit, as we both take a seat next to each other. The smooth skin of her thigh brushing against my sweatpants.

“My mom would love this recipe.”

“Really, well I can’t wait to make it for her.”

Something twists in her face. It’s subtle, but she masks it by taking another sip.

“What?”

She sighs before turning to me.

“I just got out of a relationship, Trevor.”

At least she called me by my first name. That’s a relief.

“Okay… so what? I can’t meet your parents. You do know that’s exactly what I was going to do before this storm hit, right?”

“Yeah, but as my brother’s friend.”

“And I’m still that.”

She looks at me but doesn’t say anything.

“What is it, little grinch? Are you scared that you no longer hate me because you like the way I kiss you too much?”

My eyes flick to her lips as she sucks in her bottom lip and I’m flooded with the memory of the taste of her earlier.

“You and I both know you didn’tjustkiss me,” she says lowly.

“No, I didn’t.” I set my mug on the little table next to the couch and turn to her. “And if your brother hadn’t walked in on us, I would’ve been able to do a whole lot more.”

She gulps but doesn’t move. I take the mug from her and place it next to mine on the table.

“Unless,” I say. “You wanted me to stop.” I move in closer, and she backs into the armrest of the sofa, leaning back.

“I didn’t want you to stop,” she whispers. “I… don’t want you to stop.”

I’m over her now, and I grab her by the knees and pull her down under me so that our faces meet.

“Is that so?”

Her eyes twinkle with mischief and it takes everything in me not to just rip the buttons of her top off so I can kiss her everywhere she deserves to be kissed.

She reaches for my neck and pulls me to her, our lips finding each other again. This time, the kiss is slow and sensual and she takes her time kissing me. But then out of nowhere, she breaks our kiss.

“I need to tell you something.”

Uh-uh. Here it is. I knew there would a be but somewhere.

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