And she accepted me, flaws and all.
And he’d already made the decision to give it to her. Your teeth are going to rattle right out of your head, he said, cranking up the heat, aiming the vents at her.Clearly freezing, she didn’t utter a word of complaint. Instead she seemed much more concerned that he would skip the afore-promised pizza. It takes calories to keep yourself warm, she said. Pepperoni and cheese calories. A lot of them.
I’ll call it in and have it delivered while you shower, he assured her.No! She paused, clearly searching for a reason to ditch him. Lefty’s won’t deliver.Then we can call Mozza’s, he said.
She managed a derisive snort in between shivers. Mozza’s isn’t real pizza.Okay. He pulled into the back lot of Lefty’s. Stay here, I’ll just run in and get it real quick.
But she was right behind him, emergency Mylar blanket wrapped around her and all.
Waiting in line, he slid her a look. You didn’t trust me to pick the right pizza.You like that, he said.
Their eyes met. You’ll like this even better, he growled, and then, as she gasped in surprise, he leaned down and took her into his mouth. His tongue rolled across her, and she felt herself tighten into a hard little bud – the sort she normally only felt in the chill of winter.But she was the farthest thing from cold.
His touch was electric. Her entire body tightened, arching until she had to plant her hands on the bed behind her just to keep from falling over.George! she practically squealed, and once again he shushed her.