Page 72 of Ice Me Baby

He’s gentle but rushed as he removes my wet clothes. He starts with my skates, throwing them to the side, then he peels off my socks.

“Fire’s going,” Dean says behind Mac.

“Get her some dry clothes,” Mac says, and Dean rushes off to grab her clothes as instructed.

Removing my pants, Mac whispers, “I’ll have to take off your underwear too.”

I nod as he snatches a blanket off the couch to cover me once he has finished undressing me. He takes my shirt off and gives me a questioning look. I nod again as he removes my bra, shifting the blanket up to completely cover me.

Pulling me into his lap, he places me between him and the warmth of the fire. I feel a bulge under me and realize that it's him. He pulls me in closer, rubbing a hand up and down my shoulders, trying to get me warm. “Sorry,” he whispers. I look up to find his cheeks bright pink. “Can’t control that. Tends to have a mind of its own.”

I can’t help but tease him. “Ah, so removing a girl's clothes because she fell into a frozen pond is what does it for you.”

“Liz,” he groans.

“Just wanting clarification. I mean, if that’s your thing no judgment.”

He growls. “It’s not my thing, Liz.”

I snicker. “You sure? He seems to have other ideas.”

He nips at my ear, making me yelp. “You are my thing.”

I duck my head when I feel a blush heat my cheeks. “So it’s not the wet clothes,” I whisper.

He huffs a laugh. “I mean, the wet clothes certainly didn’t help, but no. It’s not the wet clothes.”

“I’ve got dry clothes,” Dean announces as he makes his way over to us. He sets them on the couch before grabbing another blanket. He sits next to Mac, pulling my exposed feet into his lap. He covers them with the blanket before rubbing a hand up and down my legs as well as over my feet. Trying to get warmth back into my limbs.

After a few minutes of silence Lewi asks, “Are you getting warmer?”

The teeth chattering thankfully stopped, and I can finally feel my toes again. I nod against Mac’s chest. “Yeah.”

“You want to get into dry clothes now?” Mac asks.

I shake my head. “Not yet. I’m comfortable like this.”And surprisingly, that isn’t a lie. I am comfortable. Is it weird that I am completely comfortable sitting in Mac’s lap, naked under a blanket, while Mac holds me, and Dean massages my legs and feet?Maybe. I can’t say I care at the moment, though.My eyes start to feel heavy, now that I am no longer freezing.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” Dean’s voice jerks me awake.

“Sorry,” I whisper. “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

“The cold zaps your energy. Should we give you a reason to stay awake?”

My body grows warm at the implication. “What do you have in mind?”

I shiver as his lips brush my ear. “We should check out the bedroom. What do you think, Liz?”

“I would love to check out the bedroom,” I say breathily.

He hums before turning to Dean. “To the bedroom?”

Dean’s grip on my feet tightens before he releases them and pushes off the ground. “Bedroom.”

Maybe I didn’t ruin our trip after all.

Chapter Thirty-One

Mac lays me gently on the bed as Dean closes the door behind him. My nerves get the best of me as I let out a nervous laugh. “We are the only ones here. I don’t think the door being open or closed is going to make much of a difference.”

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