Page 33 of Sin Deep
“It’s like—like that fabric, the Christmas fabric—” He closed his eyes and tried to remember. “Oh! Velvet! It tastes like velvet feels.”
Winter smiled at him. “That’s a very nice way to put it, petit. Rich. Dark. Strong. But do you like it?”
“I don’t know. I don’tnotlike it.” He tried another sip, and this one wasn’t as surprising. “It’s peppery and makes the meatballs taste like pepper. Cool.”
He worked on his plate, even taking seconds, because it was so good.
“Let’s play a game that Jesse taught me once. He called it ‘this or that’. I give you two things, and you choose between them and tell me why. Then it will be your turn. Sound like fun?”
“Sure. Sure, that sounds cool.” He didn’t have any secrets.
“Okay. Beach or Mountains?” Winter asked the question, then sipped his wine, waiting for him to answer.
“Beach, because I’ve never been to the mountains and the ocean is magical.” That was easy. “Classical music or pop?”
“Pop? Do I know any pop?” Winter laughed. “Classical seems like the right answer here. Hmm. Vivaldi. Bach. Tchaikovsky. Music for a quiet afternoon.” Winter swirled his wine. “Late night or early morning?”
“Mmm… I guess late night? I mean, I don’t like them together, but I’m more likely to be up late than up early.”
“Like Sunday night?”
His cheeks heated. “Yeah, like that. Uh…Jurassic ParkorCasablanca?”
Winter leaned forward. “Well, that’s not fair.Jurassic Parkis brilliant, andCasablancais a classic.” Winter sighed. “Well, Jurassic Park then. Because it was exciting and funny and extremely entertaining.”
“And dinosaurs, right?” The dinosaurs rocked. “It’s all about the dinosaurs.”
“And of course, dinosaurs. Texas or New York?”
That one was easy. “New York. Home was getting too small for me. I needed to be—not there.”
He needed to be away from judgmental fucks that thought he was a filthy piece of shit.
“So, fruit or veggies?”
“Vegetables. You can have them with every meal. Leather or lace?” Winter winked at him.
“Leather. I mean, how often do you wear lace, but leather is sexy and smells good.”
“I can provide you with lace to wear if that interests you.” Winter winked at him. “Men wear it more often than you might think.”
“Okay, I know I’m not a big shopper, but… I have bought my own clothes for a bit at stores. There’s not a lot of lacy shit except for vampire costumes.”
Winter chuckled. “Vampires. You’re not shopping in the right places. Perhaps I’ll take you shopping this weekend.”
“You know, the fluffy neck ruffles?” He winked over, tickled. He had a little extra cash. He could go shopping. “Speaking of, vampires or werewolves?”
“Vampires are sexy. Werewolves are furry. Easy choice. Shall we clear the table?” Winter stood and started clearing dishes.
“Of course.” He helped, then got to work filling the sink with hot water. “Your turn.” He stripped off his shirt so he didn’t get it wet.
“All right.” Winter moved out of view and a second later was at his back, hands sliding around to rest on his abs. “Shoulders or neck?”
“Mmm…that depends on whether you’re talking turn me on-ness or massage-ness.” Because he had hot spots on his neck that made his knees weak.
“I think you know the answer to that question.” Winter’s hands moved over him, thumbs brushing over his nipples.
His lips popped open, and he fumbled with the dishrag. “Oh…” He went hard in a rush, and his belly went tight as a board. Yeah. He knew. “N-neck.”
