Page 48 of Enraged

Oh, for fuck’s sake…

“Oh, my lord, hang on.” I unwrapped the towel and yanked down my saturated boxers. “Come here.”

“What?”

“Come here. Body heat.”

The fire ripped and roared.

“My lord, I’ll just get in the cold ass sheets,” she grumbled.

“Look at that, you do listen. Thank you.”

She stuck her middle finger up at me before climbing under the worn sheets. I added another log to the fire.

“Better?” I asked her.

“Yeah, sure.” Her teeth chattered.

Okay, body heat, it is.

Grabbing the old quilt, I draped it across her before climbing into bed beside her.

“We will warm up faster with body heat but if you’re not comfortable with that idea, wrap that quilt around you tightly until the fire heats the room up.”

She shivered. “Is it too late to choose body heat?”

I pulled her cold, naked body into mine, mentally pleading with my body to act right.

Mamaw…church…that skin graph I had to have that one time…

She hiccupped loudly, her body vibrating against mine.

The Golden Girls… picture it, Sicily 1912… Rose, tell me about St. Olaf…

She hiccupped again.

Ok, get your shit under control, girlie pop.

“Are you alright?”

She giggled. “I have the hiccups!”

Yeah, I caught that…

“Need some Jack?”

Water would probably be better, but ya know…

“Please!”

“Be right back.” Releasing her, I climbed out of bed, snagging a candle to guide me before hauling my naked ass down the stairs.

“Dak! Can we please… why are you naked?” Cassie asked, unable to hide the horror in her voice. Jace, who was pacing near thefireplace when I hit the bottom step, stalked towards me, his eyes filled with daggers.

“Make my day, Reynolds.”

He stopped dead in his tracks.

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