Page 75 of Out of the Cold

She came on a low moan, shaking and pulsing around him as she took him deep and threw her head back. Holding her hips, he thrust into her as far as he could go, his release coming as her own aftershocks died.

She collapsed onto his chest. “Oh my God.”

He smoothed her damp hair from her forehead. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What exactly are you apologizing for?”

“I’m not sure. I feel like maybe that wasn’t very polite.”

He stared at her, and then he couldn’t help it. He started laughing, and he couldn’t stop.

“Okay,” she said, swatting him on the arm. “It isn’tthatfunny.”

“But it is. It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I have never in my life had sex that good.”

“It’s because of you. You feel so good, and you smell so good. And when you’re inside me, I want to die, but not until we’ve both come a thousand times.”

He stared at her, his chest tight and full, then kissed her until she knew he felt the same way. Sometime later, she shifted off him and curled tightly against his side.

“It’s getting cold in here,” he said. “Let’s get you back to the fire.”

“You’re right. Now that we’re not heaving and thrusting, it is kind of chilly.” She sat up. “I need to find my—”

“Oh no, no one’s putting their clothes back on,” he said, scooping her up in his arms, blanket and all.

“What are you doing?” she squealed.

“Carrying you. Grab the light so I don’t kill us both.”

She really did seem to like his chest. Instead of putting up more of a fuss, she rested the light on her stomach and ran a hand over his pecs, looking dreamy.

“You do realize I can walk on my own,” she said.

“But this is so much more fun.”

“It definitely is.”

In the living room, he laid her gently on the sofa.

“You wait here while I make us a nice bed on the floor by the fire,” he said, tucking the blanket around her. His hands stilled at a sudden thought. “Unless you’d rather sleep alone,” he added. “I can stay in my room like we planned.”

“Are you kidding? I’m not done with you, and I really hope you’re not done with me either.”

He planted a kiss on her mouth. “Good.”

Within a few minutes, he’d set up a couple of sleeping pads normally used for camping and topped them with blankets and pillows from the two guest rooms. Hilde watched him from her spot near the fire, probably hoping he was creating the world’s biggest doggie bed.

He stood up from his task with a grin to see Lucy smiling with shy pleasure. Holding the blanket wrapped around her, she came over and sat on the pallet, looking like a girl who’d arrived at the best slumber party ever.

He let her pull him down with her, gratefully sinking into her scent and her softness, kissing her now with the patience of a sated man. He wanted it never to end. They were their own little world, Lucy and him.

She made a sound deep in her throat as he kissed her, and already it was a sound he’d do anything to hear again.

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