Page 11 of January's Bad Boy: Shane

I lick my lips, something I do when I'm nervous, and his eyes watch every movement as he leans toward me.

"Shane..." I whisper.

In the next instant, his lips are on mine. I'm in shock and amazement that my brother’s best friend is kissing me. When he pulls me in and I lean into him and wrap my arms around his neck.

His lips are warm and soft against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Holy shit, I've never been kissed like this before. Gently, but passionately.

The world around us fades away as we melt into the kiss. My heart is racing and my body is fired up. At the same time, I've never been more comfortable kissing someone in my life.

When he breaks away, he leans his forehead against mine as we catch our breath.

I just kissed my brother's best friend, and I want to do it again.

CHAPTER 7

SHANE

Holy hell,I just had the best kiss of my life.

With Caitlin, my best friend's little sister...

On top of that, it looks like we will be stuck in this cabin through the night.

"We should probably get some sleep." I’m desperate to put some space between us, hoping all the reasons we shouldn't do this will help me build that wall back up between us.

"Okay, hopefully, it will stop snowing by morning," she says, peeking out the window. “Not that you can see much now that it's dark.”

"Take the bed. I'm going to go get more wood for the fire, and I'll take the couch," I say, while already putting on my boots and jacket.

"Where are the extra blankets? I'll get them for you." She looks around.

I cringe. "There aren't any. I took them all to the main house to be washed when I was here back in November."

"Then you’re going to have to share the bed with me," she says, with a look of determination in her eyes.

Yeah, that’s going to be tough. Not only is it a bad idea, but my cock is already rock hard and ready for her.

"The couch will be fine. I'll get more heat than you will," I say. Then I step outside into the cold to cool off. It's the closest I'll get to a cold shower.

Taking my time gathering wood, I’m hoping she will be settled in bed so I can get my cock to go down. Though anymore it seems to be impossible when I’m around her.

When I walk back into the cabin with more than enough wood to get us through until tomorrow, I’m thankful she is in bed. I just wish my eyes hadn't caught sight of her jeans folded up on the end table beside the bed.

Fuck.

That means she is sleeping in just a shirt and panties.

Dammit.

Turning toward the fire, I add a few logs. Then I take off my coat and boots, setting them close to the fireplace so they’ll dry. Finally, I settle onto the couch, trying to get comfortable.

I can hear her tossing and turning for the next hour and I know there is no way I'm going to get any sleep with her being in the same cabin, much less in the same room. Trying to ignore her, I think about the ranch and my ever growing to-do list.

"You still awake?" she whispers sometime later.

"Yeah," I say, waiting to see what’s on her mind.

"It's still pretty cold over here," she whispers.

---