Chapter 8
SamsonThe night settled through the house and shrouded the four-poster bed in the room, hiding Blair’s face from mine. The only indication she was still in the room was the chattering of her teeth and the occasional. “Fa-fa-uck it’s cold.”
Wind whipped the sides of the Scott mansion, and snow ticked against the windows. I sat on the edge of the mattress and clunked off my boots. “Get naked,” I said. “Only way we’ll warm up is skin to skin.”
Skin to skin. That was exactly what I needed. A little one on one time with my virgin.
Blair rustled and thumped on the other side of the bed. She swore under her breath, then unzipped something.
“Candles?” I asked.
“In the be-e-d-side table.”
I opened the drawer and felt around inside. My fingertips brushed cold wax and the box of matc
