Chapter Twenty
How was it that Zander made everything so romantic without even trying? It was the way he looked at her as he carried her across the threshold—as if she was a dream literally coming true in his arms. As if she was the most magical being he’d ever laid eyes on.
She felt the flex of his muscles as he kicked the door shut behind him, then strode across the living room. “I really hope you’re not hungry or thirsty or have anything else on your mind other than getting into bed,” he growled. “I’m done waiting. I’m not leaving this f*****g house until I’ve made you come at least twenty times.”
“What if the Northern Lights come back?” she teased. Her heart raced in response to his hot words.
“I don’t care if there’s a meteor about to hit this house. If it does, I want to be f****
