Page 43 of Accidental Abduction

“Oh,” she whispered, her eyes scanning my face. I think she could tell I wasn’t thrilled about the development, but we couldn’t keep living up here and ignoring the rest of the world. At least not until my next stretch of uninterrupted days off.

“I’ll need to dig out the gravel part of the driveway by hand.”

She nodded, running her fingers through my hair and scratching my scalp in the way she’d realized made me want to purr like a cat and rub up against her. One of the perks of not being able to keepour hands off each other for three days straight was knowing what touches the other craved.

“I’ll help if you find me pants.”

Squeezing her thigh, I rubbed the damp skin, smoothing my palm over her knee. “I kinda like you without pants.”

“And I kinda like not having a frozen vagina. So, find me something warm to wear and I’ll help you.”

“That eager to get out of here and away from me?”

“No,” she shook her head, leaning down to kiss my lips softly, lingering briefly. “But if I help you then you won’t be too tired to fuck me before we have to go back into town.”

“So dirty,” I whispered, tugging on the ends of her damp hair.

“I’d like to think of it as filthily well endowed. Like someone else I know who has a verycreativevocabulary.”

Shaking my head, I rose from the couch, pulling her into my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder as I carried her down the hall, sitting her down on the bench in the mud room. I crossed the room and pulled out all the cold weather work gear from the wooden trunk in the corner and started sorting through it for something that might fit her.

Once I’d found what I was looking for, I returned to where she was quietly watching me, pulling my old, insulated base layer, followed by a pair of thick, waterproof canvas pants up her legs, and cinching the waist belt so it was snug around her waist. I wrapped the black coat she’d worn before around her, zipping it up until the collar covered her chin.

She was drowning in my old gear as I pulled on a thick pair of wool socks and the snow boots that’d fit her before. A thick knit cap covered her blonde hair, and I carefully tucked it inside the collar.

“I am capable of dressing myself, you know,” she teased with a muffled voice, her eyes full of mirth through the narrow space surrounding her eyes as she watched me pull on my gear across the room.

“Don’t be a brat, Charley. You wanted to help and I kind of like your parts not frostbitten.”

“But I’m so good at being one,” she laughed, pulling on the pair of gloves I’d tossed in her direction.

“That you are,” I agreed, pulling on my hat and grabbing the metal industrial snow shovels from the closet in the corner.

“I bet this thing can do some damage,” she commented, teasingly lifting it and pretending it was too heavy for her to carry.

Deciding to lean into this new me who didn’t bury his intrusive thoughts, I grasped her hand and held it to my heavily covered crotch. “I know this can.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna walk funny for days.”

“Not sorry,” I laughed, leaning in to kiss her temple before I opened the back door.

The cold wind bit at my exposed cheeks, and I wanted to slam the door and lock it, but I followed Charley out into the snow, to clear the path to our way home.

The sun was highin the sky by the time we finished, the remaining snow on the driveway melting off as we cleared the snow off my car.

For the first time ever, I prayed for the Chevelle not to start, but the engine purred to life on the first try. Charley’s defeated expression as she sat in the passenger seat surely matched mine as I turned it back off and pulled out the key.

“We can stay here.”

Her voice was quiet as she covered my hand, squeezing it briefly. “No, we can’t. But I wish we could too.”

“Fuck,” I sighed, reaching over to cup the back of her neck. She hummed against my lips as I kissed her, my panic at the thought of leaving making me desperate to touch her now. “Inside or I’m fucking you in this car.”

“I’d much preferonthis car. But it’s a little too cold right now for that.”

“We’re coming back to that later once it’s warm outside,” I promised, opening the door and heading toward the house. She followed, and by the time we’d made it to the bedroom, we were both naked and desperate to reconnect.

But as I came inside her for the last time during our seclusion, I wasn’t as scared as I thought I’d be. She seemed just as eager to be with me, never allowing more than an inch of space between our bodies.

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