Chapter Seven
Leia’s words floated to him on icy currents of air. She was taunting him. No, Tate decided, she was challenging him. He grinned. She was playing with him, letting her walls down. Hell. This was just the break he'd been looking for.
“Love and war, huh?” He strode across the fresh powder in her direction. “Well, I have not yet begun to fight.”
He chased her across the clearing in front of the cabin and gently tackled her in a snow drift. His mouth found her laughing lips with unfailing accuracy and she responded instantly to his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into his hardness.
In the middle of the embrace, Tate lifted his head. He frowned when he felt her shiver under him. “I’m an i***t. You’ll catch your death. Come on, I’m taking you inside.”
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