Page 45 of Tempting Promises
“I will.”
Sawyer comes on. “In all seriousness, you need to stay off thewalkie-talkie in case we have an emergency. We’ll have ours near and I’ll get your truck off the incline.”
“Ten-four, little buddy, keep it moist.”
Charlotte gags. “You all need therapy.”
“No more than you do, my Angry Elf.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m neither yours or angry, but you are definitely an idiot. Why the hell does he call you Skittle Titties?”
I pull my shirt tight and bounce my pecs. “Do your titties bounce, sweetheart?”
She groans. “So gross.”
“You want to taste the rainbow?” I taunt.
Charlotte flips me off.
I go back to my task, getting everything arranged as best as I can. I elevated everything so there’s air to breathe, crisscrossed the logs, and put in as much dry flammable shit as I could find. “Here goes nothing.”
Charlotte hobbles over to the fireplace and settles a good two feet away from me.
I light the tinder, hoping it will start to burn the twigs and branches, willing it to start the fire.
Neither Charlotte nor I speak as we watch the smoke rise and the sparks start to work.
“Come on,” she whispers to the fire. “Otherwise, we’re going to freeze to death.”
She’s not completely wrong. We’ll need to huddle together for warmth, which might end up being what kills us.
It’s not that she’s not fucking stunning, because she is, but she gets under my skin in a way that no man wants. Everything out of her damn mouth is a fight, and Lord knows we can’t stand each other. She’s maddening, beautiful, irritating, and I would like nothing more than to shut her up in other ways. Which will never happen.
Ever.
Charlotte leans forward, her hand touching mine just barely. “Please start,” she begs.
“It’ll light,” I say, pulling my hand back.
The only reason I felt any type of spark was because I was thinking about how hot she is, that’s all.
I feed the fire a little more tinder, and then it starts to crackle louder. Charlotte lets out a sigh of relief and leans back. “Oh, thank God. I was so worried we’d have to resort to other ways of keeping warm.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want to see me naked again and climb me like a ladder.”
“I didn’t want to climb you like a ladder.”
“No? I seem to remember waking up with you wrapped around me, moaning and rubbing against my cock.” I push her to recall the whole reason we started this day off with some action.
Doesn’t matter that she tried to pretend otherwise.
We’re stuck here now and we have nothing else to talk about.
“I wassleeping, thank you very much.”
“You wanted me,” I say with a smirk.
“I did not.”
