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“You caught me,” she whispered.

“Seems like it,” I said, my voice gravelly with desire.

“I wanted to say thank you,” she said.

“Yeah.”

It felt like slow motion. She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled my face toward her. Her soft lips pressed against mine, and she kissed me. Her mouth opened and her tongue swept through my mouth. My dick throbbed.

As we kissed, I wanted to snake my hands under her towel and feel her soft skin beneath my palms. I wanted to bury my mouth between her legs and taste her sweetness.

She moved away, eyes wide, and licked her lips.

“I should get dressed.” She walked past me and into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I gasped, dropping my hands to my knees. I wanted to follow her into that bedroom and fuck her senseless.

CHAPTER 13

BILLIE

Ileaned against the closed bedroom door, my body pressed up against a bathrobe on the hook behind me. My knees wobbled, not from the cold, but from the electric current firing from my lips straight to my sex.

That was some kiss.

My pussy ached, and I knew if I ran my fingers through my folds, I’d find my lips swollen and dripping. I was so wet and turned on. I felt dizzy and knew it wasn’t from falling in the snow. That man made my body light up like a goddamn Christmas tree.

That thought actually made me laugh when I thought about the snow-covered trees outside. Was I actually finding something funny about all of this? Holy shit. I kissed him. I covered my mouth and muffled a giggle.

Still holding my towel, I walked through the bedroom, realizing that my exit was poorly planned. I didn’t have any clothes in here, but I figured he had to have a bathrobe somewhere? Maybe just something I could put on to keep warm?

My hands brushed against the robe behind me. The material was cloud-soft. I took it off the hook and let my towel fall to the floor. I was curious who made it and checked the label. “Heavenly Home.” Itwas the same brand as the blankets in the great room. Axl was a fan. Well, he said he liked nice things.

I pulled the robe on, enjoying the feeling of the fabric brushing against my skin. I stood in front of the mirror and ran my fingers through my wet hair. I’d optimistically packed up my duffle bag that morning, so all my toiletries were in the great room.

I wasn’t a girl who kissed men I didn’t know, but I hadn’t been able to resist feeling the touch of his lips against mine. The way he cared for me in the bathtub was mind-flowingly sexy. He made me feel safe. He made me feel protected. I trusted him.

Well, that was a weird feeling, I thought to myself. Is this how it feels to really trust a man?

Not that it mattered. This wasn’t a relationship. This was a situation. We were stuck in this cabin together. Axl was forced to take care of me. I needed to remember that we were both here against our will. He saved me from suffocating in the snow and warmed me in a tub, but he would have probably done that for anyone.

But did he look at everyone with those smoldering deep-green eyes? And I had felt his hard-on against my belly when we crashed together in the hall. I didn’t imagine that, did I?

I needed to pull myself together. I was a naked woman. Axl was probably turned on by boobs. What guy wasn’t? I sighed and decided that the kiss was just a kiss, and I wasn’t going to make it weird. My goal was to get the hell out of here, and I needed to stay focused. Mom needed me in Denver.

I pulled the tie on my robe tight and opened the bedroom door. I could do this. I could act normal after kissing a man. I was a grown woman.

Axl stood in the hall, holding my duffle, his hand raised in the air as if he intended to knock. He looked at the robe, his eyes widening. “I didn’t realize that was still here.”

I looked down at the fabric, immediately realizing that he wasn’t looking at the robe as if it were his. Though it was large on me, it would have been comically small on his broad shoulders and across his chest. This wasn’t his robe. My stomach turned as two words ranthrough my mind, Bear Coat. I put a hand in the front right pocket and drew out two hot-pink ponytail holders. In a flash, I remembered seeing his ex-girlfriend, a wronged woman throwing rocks at his car while he drove away.

“Ahh, that’s right,” I said, holding the ponytail holders in my hand. “Let me guess. This was your ex’s?”

He inhaled, his face tense. I wondered if he was thinking about lying to me. Probably.

“This is Bear Coat’s robe, am I right?”

“Bear Coat?” He said, looking confused.

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