Page 63 of Rambler's Snow Bunny
His lips twitch, fighting a smile. “You like the shirt?”
“Mmm.” I run my hands up his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the fabric. “I like what’s under it better.”
“Jesus.” He growls low in his throat, then dips his head to press a quick, hard kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire. “Keep talking like that and I’ll drag you out of here before you even get a drink.”
I grin, patting his chest. “Later, tiger. I want to enjoy the party first.”
He takes my hand, threading our fingers together. “Come on, then. Let’s get you that drink.”
As we make our way to the bar, several people call out greetings. I wave back, still amazed at how easily I’ve been accepted into this family.
Three months ago, I was a stranger—the outsider from Jacksonville that Rambler brought home. Now, I’m his ol’ lady.
“What can I get you, Pinky?” Zeus asks from behind the bar.
Aaron pops a brow at me, waiting for my answer.
“Just a Dr. Pepper, please.” I bite the inside of my cheek, hoping Aaron doesn’t think twice about my choice.
He doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss, ordering a beer for himself.
Music pumps through the speakers, Christmas songs with a rock edge, and the clubhouse is packed with members, old ladies, and a few sweetbutts.
Klutch and Demi are dancing together near the tree, her head resting on his chest as they sway to music. Pee Wee is sitting on one of the couches with McKenna perched on his lap, his hand possessively cupping her hip.
“Come dance with me,” I say, tugging on Aaron’s hand.
He frowns, brows snapping together. “You know I don’t dance, butterfly.”
I stick out my bottom lip in a pout. “Please? It’s Christmas.”
He sighs, but I can see his resolve weakening. “Fine. One dance.”
Grinning in victory, I lead him to the makeshift dance floor. Aaron wraps his arms around my waist, and I slide mine up around his neck. We sway together, not really dancing so much as just holding each other and moving side to side to the music.
“You happy, butterfly?” he asks, his voice low enough that only I can hear.
I look up into his gray eyes, feeling my heart swell with so much love. “So happy.”
He dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Good.”
As we continue to sway, I spot Cleo watching us from across the room. She mimes a zipper across her lips, silently asking if I’ve told Aaron yet. I shake my head slightly, and she gives me a thumbs-up.
Aaron notices the exchange, his brows snapping together. “What was that about?”
“Nothing,” I say too quickly.
His eyes narrow. “Savannah.”
Oh crap. He’s calling me out.
“I, uh...” I glance around the crowded room. This isn’t how I planned to tell him. “Can we go somewhere more private?”
His face grows serious, concern replacing suspicion in his eyes. “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s perfect,” I assure him, squeezing his hand. “I just want to give you your Christmas present in private.”
He smirks. “Oh yeah?”
