“Not now,” she said, pushing him away.
He kissed the curve of her neck. “If not now, when?”
“We’ll be late for dinner.”
He smiled against her skin, breathing in her scent. “The chili can wait.”
“Maybe so, but Reno’s appetite can’t.”
Austin narrowed his eyes and stepped back. “Say again?”
Nothing about the look Lexi gave him was innocuous. “Well… it seemed like a waste for you to cook all that chili for just us.”
“Alexia Talulah Cole…”
She folded her arms and jutted her hip to the side. “What have I said about using my middle name? Look, we didn’t drag our friends all the way out here to isolate them in some godforsaken cabin in the middle of nowhere while we’re busy having primal sex.”
Austin had no doubt the other couples were engaging in their own mating rituals—perfectly happy to spend time alone for the rest of the trip. He sensed Lexi was creating a diversion. She’d been doing it since they arrived two days ago, always finding something to do whenever he got aroused.
“If that’s the way you want it,” he said gruffly, folding his arms and turning away. “Guess I don’t care to see what’s in your bag, either.”
She laughed brightly and snatched the handle, swinging the bag around as she strutted toward the ladder to the loft. “You obviously didn’t see everything in here.”
“What makes you say that?” Images of Lexi in those lacy panties flitted through his mind, and he gripped the chair, caging his growl when he swung his gaze up and saw her naked at the top of their loft.
“Because, Mr. Cole, if you had seen everything in this bag, you’d already be up here having your way with me. But since you’re not interested,” she sang, moving out of sight.
The next thing he knew, his blue flannel shirt came flying over the edge and landed on a lampshade, followed by his dark-wash jeans.
“All right, smartass,” he shouted, changing clothes in the middle of the cabin. “We’ll do your formal chili dinner with everyone, make Vampire jokes, and then we’ll have drinks. But once they’re gone, you have a date with everything in that bag, and I’m the chaperone.”
“Dream on,” she replied.
He zipped up his jeans. “And that’ll be the song we make love to.”