Page 44 of Snowed In

Honestly, I’d prefer to keep him naked for the duration, but I couldn’t stand the thought of him being cold.

“You know...the car I was in flew off a bridge tonight,” he said, stepping into each leg hole. “I had to kick out a window to escape into a freezing lake and walked three miles in the snow. And I was still able to take it up the ass.”

“Yes, you were very brave,” I said sarcastically, running my nose along his spent length before pulling the bottoms up to his waist. “You want a tee or the matching top?”

“Neither. I don’t like wearing shirts to sleep.”

I stood to admire his body, and he glared up at me. “My point is that I was definitely not offering my ass on a platter after court thatday. You nailed me with one punch, and I couldn’t take a deep breath for three months.”

I do feel bad about that.

“I apologize for the level of violence. You were too quick to be reasoned with, and there were too many people in the courtroom.” I palmed his rib cage, letting my thumb play along the ridges. “I broke your ribs with your own forward momentum because it was the most efficient way to secure the room.”

“You collapsed one of my lungs,” he groused, even as his eyes tracked the bulge in my sweatpants.

“I know. I’m sorry.” I held up my hands. “Tell you what: As soon as I can go again, I’ll give you a nice, slow apology fuck.”

He held his elbow as he tapped his chin with a finger. “I find that acceptable. Though...” He looked to the bed longingly. “I could use a little sleep.”

“I could use a lot of sleep,” I admitted.

“You willing to sleep with a criminal in your bed?”

“What makes you think I’m sharing my bed with you?” I asked, grinning.

“You would make me sleep on the couch? Near the kitchen with all the knives?”

I shook my head. “I hid the knives.”

I actually did do that, even if he thought I was joking.

“Still...” He pulled on my waistband to peek at the goods. “You’ll probably wanna keep a close watch on me,” he said with a devilish smile.

“You make a good point.”

His smile softened. “I promise not to kill you in your sleep. If I do get around to taking you out, you’ll be awake and you’ll be looking right at me.”

“That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I said, bringing him in for a hug. “Let’s get into bed.”

Not sure why the hug was necessary.

I kissed his forehead, which netted a laugh, and we stepped to opposite sides of my grandparents’ double bed.

“Kind of a tight squeeze,” he said, shivering as he slipped under the covers.

“You’ve got goose bumps all up and down your arms,” I complained, sliding in next to him. “You should wear a shirt.”

He had turned to his side and now looked at me over his shoulder. “You’re not wearing a shirt.”

“I run hot.”

“Perfect,” he said, facing his side of the bed. “You can spoon me.”

When I hesitated, he looked back over his shoulder. “Dude, I’m freezing here.”

“You could just—” I cut myself off. “Never mind.”

I rolled onto my side and pulled his back to my front, appreciating the way his ass rested on my thighs.

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