Page 127 of Steamy Ever After

“No.”

They sat in shivering silence.

Finally, she cursed. “We can sit closer. But that’s it.”

Accepting any chance at stealing her body heat, he accepted the offer. For several minutes they fumbled around, trying to fit her on his lap, but it wasn’t working out the way he envisioned. The steering wheel was in the way and they needed more room.

“This isn’t working. We need to try the backseat.”

She scooted over the center console and he shoved her through the opening between the front seats, impatient to get to the part where they found warmth.

“Ouch! Asshole.”

“Sorry.” He could have been a little more gentle. Climbing into the back, he stretched over the chilled leather, angling his feet toward the floor. “Lay on top of me.”

She hesitated when he held out his arms, but reluctantly lowered her body over his.

Her hair smelled like strawberries and snow. He blew the strands away from his face, resenting the soft fragrance. She nuzzled closer and he stiffened.

“Watch it.”

“I’m trying to get comfortable.” She squirmed some more, and his body took notice.

“Damn it, Erin, stay still.”

She ignored him and straddled his hips, hiking her knees against his side and using his jacket as a blanket. Finally, she lowered her head to his chest and stilled.

The heat of her thighs pressed against an exposed stretch of flesh where his shirt had rumpled. The skin grew hotter by the second.

“Do you feel that?”

“Your obnoxious hard-on?”

“No.” And he wasn’t even fully hard. “How hot our skin is getting where it’s touching.” She was silent, so he added, “And it has nothing to do with you. My dick’s not selective.”

“Well, my vagina is, so don’t get any ideas.”

“Oh, please.”

“Begging won’t help you.”

He chuckled. Was that a joke? He never realized she had a sense of humor.

They lay like that for several minutes. It was warmer than when they were sitting apart, but they were still shivering.

Little by little, he worked his hands down his side and casually shifted his shirt higher, exposing his ribs. Erin was completely still aside from her quivering.

His finger grazed her thigh, meeting a blazing stretch of flesh. He needed to get her skin on him. He was losing his mind from the cold.

Ever so subtly, he pulled her dress higher. She stiffened but didn’t object. When the skin of her flat belly finally pressed to his, it was like scalding lava. He shut his eyes and sighed.

Greedy for her warmth, his hands wrapped around her hips and pressed to her back. She flinched. “Your hands are cold.”

“Give it a minute.”

She settled into him, her hands burrowing up his shirt and toward his chest.

“Your skin’s on fire.” For whatever scientific reason, this was working. “I think we should use my blazer as a blanket and put our legs together.”

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