Page 104 of Threat of Danger
He had trouble refocusing. “What?” A couple of seconds passed before he remembered the woman. “She’s nice. She always schedules me for a book signing.”
“That’s it?”
“Jess, I can’t think,” he pleaded.
That must have been the right response, because a soft smile came onto her face.
God, that smile.In spite of the cold, Derek was growing downright warm in certain places.
She shivered.
“I can think of ways to generate some heat,” he suggested.
“Learned in SEAL training?”
“Not exactly.”
Her lips curved into a reluctant smile, but she didn’t jump at his offer.
So he said, “At the very least, we should share body heat.”
“You’re unrepentant.”
“The preservation of life is always the first priority in an emergency situation. I did learn that from the navy.”
She still didn’t move. “How long are we staying here?”
“Until our clothes dry or until we’re found, whichever happens sooner.”
She shivered again. “I’m good in the front, but my back’s cold.”
“You could sit between my legs. Then you’d have the fire in front of you and me at your back.”
“I think I’m cold because the ground is so cold.”
“Sit on my lap.”
Slowly, she got up and straddled him instead.
He lost his breath, and nearly all ability to think, but managed to get out, “Good thinking.”
“We’re in an emergency.”
“Definitely an emergency.” He’d agree to anything that would keep her where she was right now. He put his arm around her waist, careful of the cut from the grate.
Her knees rested on the ground on either side of his thighs, her inner thighs cradling his waist. “Keeping our body heat up is crucial to our survival.”
“Absolutely.” But he frowned at her.
“What?”
“Your nipples look cold.” He allowed the frown to ease. “I think I have a solution.” He drew the nearest nipple into his mouth.
“This is just because of the adrenaline rush,” she said above his head, but her voice was gratifyingly distracted. “You know that, right?”
“Mmm,”he said around her nipple before he switched to the other one.
A long, terrible growl echoed through the woods. The next second, Jess was plastered to him like a spider monkey, her breasts mushed into his cheeks.
