Page 48 of Snowed In with Four Firemen
“You okay?” he asks as he pulls the waistband of my underwear up my legs, pressing one last kiss to my thigh before he grins.
I glare at him in answer.
Tanner steps back, breaking the moment, and moves toward the oven. “We should get this batter in before it goes flat,” he says. He washes his hands in the sink thoroughly before turning to me.
“What are you waiting for? Come on.”
I nod, stepping closer. He helps me clean myself up with a damp paper towel before doing the same to himself. My pussy is still throbbing with need. I need more. I need him inside me.
He’s steady, precise—so in control of everything. Watching him work, I realize just how good he is at this. He’s not justgoing through the motions; he’s adjusting the racks, checking the temperature, making sure everything’s perfect. God, it’s oddly...hot.
I’m turned on, and I hate how easily it’s happening, how he’s gotten under my skin like this.
“How are you so good at this?” I say to myself.
He raises a brow. “I told you. Secret’s still safe, right?”
I blush. I didn’t think I had said it out loud.
“I just...I didn’t think you’d be so good at this.”
“Good at what? Baking?” He adjusts the dial on the oven one more time, then looks over at me.
“Everything,” I murmur.
Kissing, especially kissing.
I want to say something more, something about how that kiss made me feel, how much I want more of him, but the words get stuck in my throat.
Before I can gather the courage, something catches Tanner’s attention. His head tilts slightly, his brow furrowing. “Wait...” He pauses, his eyes narrowing. “Do you hear that?”
“What?”
He steps away from the oven, his posture shifting, suddenly alert. “That sound...” he listens, his ears tuned to something I hadn’t noticed before. “Is that...a helicopter?”
I frown, tuning in, and there it is—faint at first, but growing louder, the unmistakable whir of blades cutting through the air. The sound is distant, but it’s getting closer by the second.
“A helicopter?” I ask, more to myself than him. “What the hell would a helicopter be doing here?—”
Unless.
Shit. That can’t be right.
“What the hell is a helicopter doing here in this weather? Did somebody ask to be rescued?” Tanner says, backing away from the window.
“What a show-off,” I say, shaking my head.
When he notices my silence, he turns to face me, his brows rising when he catches the expression on my face. “Do you know anything about that?”
“Actually, I might,” I admit, swallowing hard. “I think that’s my ex.”
Tanner’s eyes widen slightly. “Your ex? Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Whit used to work with a helicopter service, and...I mean, it would make sense if he’s the one flying in. He’s the type to swoop in and make a dramatic entrance. Besides, he was also invited to the wedding. He’s kind of Sam’s best man.”
Tanner’s eyebrows knit together as he processes this. “Is this going to be a problem?”
I sigh, rubbing my face in frustration. “It’s definitely going to be...something. I haven’t spoken to him since we broke up. We didn’t part on good terms.”
