Page 6 of Wrapped Up By the Mountain Man

“I’ll stay there for the night. Besides, I got new snow tires.”

“Fine, I’ll drive you to your friend’s, then.”

Damn, he’s stubborn.

“Why are you insisting you drive? I told you I’m fine. I’ve driven in the snow lots of times.”

“Bea, please, just let me?—”

“Hey, you two!” Marty interrupted Luke as he walked over to us. “I just got word they closed the roads. No one’s going anywhere. You can spend the night at the Inn.”

“Wait, what? No, I need to get to my friend’s house. I promised her,” I insisted.

“Sorry, Hun.” Marty tipped his hat toward both of us. “I won’t charge you for the night, but there’s no driving anywhere. I’ll be back in a second with my plow truck. Wait right here.”

“Thanks, Marty,” Luke said. “Bea, we’ll call your friend. She’ll understand. Nothing we can do when the roads get shut down.”

I shivered, the cold seeping into my bones, the snow falling heavy and wet. “I know, I know. I’d rather go home than stay at the Inn, though.”

“We can share a room if it makes you feel better.” He held up his hands. “Of course, up to you, just offering so you’re not alone.”

I looked up at him, the dark night sky all around us, inky black against the white falling snow, the snowflakes drifting slowly to the ground. He smiled, a gorgeous, handsome, perfect smile, and my knees buckled. My disappointment at how the night turned out slowly morphed into joy at the prospect of spending the night with him.

Handsome, sexy as all hell, and utterly kissable in every way…

No longer working together, we finally had the chance to do whatever we wanted, alone in a room…only him and me…

I blinked as snowflakes landed on my eyelashes. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Is it okay to ask for a hug?”

I giggled. “We’ve kissed and flirted for the past two weeks, and now you’re asking if it’s okay to ask for a hug? Since when have you ever asked anything?”

“Luke is more of a gentleman than Santa. What can I say?”

I reached up and slid my arms around his neck. “I’d love a hug. And maybe a kiss, too. From Luke, not Santa. This time…don’t hold back,” I said, and Luke growled.

He legit growled, and I almost lost my balance as a wave of heat crashed over me, my blood like hot lava through my veins, the dancing snow around us forgotten about.

Luke wrapped his muscular arms around my waist and dipped his head low.

Our breath mixed as he slowly moved closer, our lips so close they were practically touching. He was killing me, killing me softly, as my heart pounded in my chest and my blood roared in my ears.

“You two lovebirds ready?” Marty yelled as he pulled up in his huge plow truck, the headlights bright and the engine loud.

Luke chuckled. “Interrupted yet again. Soon, we won’t be. All night long.” He grinned, took my hand, and led me to the truck.

Every part of me buzzed with excitement and anticipation.

I couldn’t remember the last time I looked forward to something as much as I did about spending the night with Luke.

Who knew Santa could be so damn sexy?

Certainly not me.

CHAPTER FIVE

Luke

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