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“Great. I’ll get dressed.”

She tilted her shoulder back so he could pass. His skin didn’t make contact with hers, but heat fissured through him as if it had.

Goddamn, he needed to expel some lust.

Problem was, only Gemma’s hot slit would satisfy him.

CHAPTER 10

With her belly full and her body as clean as it was going to get until she got out of this godforsaken place, Gemma felt almost human. The fire was low and the insects swarmed. Dallas stood and stretched.

“We should head in,” he said, handing her a flashlight. “We’ll leave the fire to burn out. It’ll keep some of the predators away.”

She clicked on the light and scooped up some of the dishes. Dallas grabbed the rest, and they moved toward the plane.

Various creatures squeaked, creating a symphony in the trees. Her skin stung with the need to get inside the metal walls. She bounded up the steps and entered then turned to hold the light so Dallas could shut the door.

“Seal’s broken,” he said, shoving the door closed. “It’s not shut tight, but we can put something in front of it to keep predators out.”

A shiver rippled from the back of her neck to the bottom of her spine. “Do that.”

Good god, she’d never get a decent sleep knowing they could be eaten alive or bitten by something poisonous.

Dallas went to the back of the plane and she followed, illuminating their way. He dug out another flashlight and nodded at her. “I’ll rig something up for the door and the broken windows. Why don’t you see if you can fix us a bed? The second trunk had blankets and stuff.”

“Okay.”

He moved past her, and she set the flashlight down so the light pointed to the ceiling. At least in the back of the plane there weren’t any windows or walls that were torn apart. She cracked open the trunk and pulled out two large wool blankets. That’d help.

Dallas approached. “Are there any more blankets? I’d like to cover the front window in the cockpit.”

She pulled out the last one and passed it to him.

“I’ll need to take some items we’re not going to use so I can secure the blanket,” he said.

She rummaged through the various survival and camping necessities. “There’re a lot of things in here.” A box sat in a corner of the trunk. Frowning, she pulled it out and turned it over in her hands. An air mattress. If Eli were here, she’d kiss him.

“Ah. Look at this.”

Dallas nodded. “Awesome. That’ll be a helluva lot more comfortable. Not sure there’s any room inside for it, though.”

Gemma surveyed the floor. There wasn’t a ton of space, but if they could shift some things around, they might be able to squeeze in the mattress. “If we move one of these trunks there will be.”

“All right. Let me get the window covered. Take out what you can from the trunk,” he said, gesturing to the one that had gear rather than food. “And I’ll move one of the trunks to make some room.”

Gemma dug out two battery-powered lanterns and lit them. With the inside of the plane aglow, she clicked off the flashlight and began working. Fifteen minutes later, Dallas had the broken window covered, the door secured, and the trunk moved. At Gemma’s feet, the mattress slowly filled with air, courtesy of the pump that came in the box.

Even though the space was small and enclosed, the temperature inside the plane dropped quickly. Gemma rubbed her hands up and down her arms and pulled out her backpack.

Thankfully, she had long yoga pants on. The material wasn’t the warmest, but it was something. Her long-sleeved shirt was thin, but her skin was covered at any rate.

She stared at the mattress. It was a double, which would be pretty cozy next to Dallas. The rip of a zipper sounded, and Gemma turned just as Dallas stood and took a swig of his water. His throat bobbed, and he pulled the bottle from his lips. “Is that what you’re sleeping in?” he asked, gesturing at her clothes.

She glanced down. “Yeah.”

“Do you need another shirt? It’s getting cold.”

“That’d be great.” He tossed her the balled-up material from his bag and warmth hit her palms. How the guy radiated such heat was beyond her.

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