Page 9 of Sugarplum

Chapter 5

Holt was standingnext to his snowmobile looking every bit a fantasy. He held up my phone. "Thought you might need this."

I looked over at my poor little car. Something definitely looked amiss with the front end.

I zipped up my coat and pulled my beanie low over my long hair. My gloves were hardly enough to keep my fingers warm as I trudged through the snow to my waiting knight in shining leather. Fucking magnificent. It was the only phrase that popped into my head when I looked at the man. And I could only imagine how magnificently he fucked too. Even in the icy air, a blush warmed my cheeks as that little play on words flashed through my head. I'd obviously had one too many erotic daydreams about the character on my computer screen.

I stopped and waited for Holt to climb on, but instead, he stepped forward and stopped right in front of me. I considered myself to be tall for a woman, but I found myself staring right at his throat. A few tendrils of black ink outlined his Adam's apple, and I wondered what it might be like to run my lips along his neck.

Holt reached up and pulled the beanie down lower over my ears, then took hold of my wrists. He lifted my hands and looked down at my gloves. "Those are not going to keep your fingers warm."

"I noticed."

"That's all right. You can shove your hands in my coat pockets for the ride." A smile tilted his mouth. "Unless you plan on hanging onto the seat instead," he teased.

"No. Besides, we only knew each other a few minutes the first time I rode with you. Now we've known each other for a good hour.

"So I'm not a stranger anymore."

I shook my head. "Nope."

His green eyes looked pale in the fading daylight. The dark brows and beard stubble reminded me so much of the game character, I had to take a breath to remind myself that this was all real.

"Actually, you're not a stranger at all because I feel like I've known you for a long time," I said the words so lightly it seemed they might just drift away on the falling snowflakes.

His expression should have been one of confusion, but instead, that glimmer of a smile returned. "I feel the same way about you, Jen." He climbed on the snowmobile.

I threw my leg over. This time, instead of gripping the seat, I leaned forward and pressed my body against his. He was like an impenetrable wall of steel. The idea of being wrapped in his powerful arms made me lightheaded.

I rested my hands against his sides as he started the motor. Once it roared to life, he reached back, took hold of my hands and pulled me forward so that my breasts rubbed against his back and my face could rest against his shoulders. He pushed my hands into the pockets of his coat.

"Hold on, snow angel."

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