Page 77 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
She pouted up at me for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “What terms would you like?”
“My terms, huh?” I looked around at the beautiful, sun-kissed field, where snowball dust now glimmered like diamonds.
“Yes.”
“I guess I’ll take your unconditional surrender.”
Trying to look innocent, she chewed her bottom lip in the most adorable way. “And what’s that entail?”
“I’ll show you later. For now though…”
I rolled off her quickly, and began doing jumping jacks on my back. Once finished, I pulled her to her feet and looked down.
“Whoa!” Camryn swore.
“Never made a snow angel?” I guessed.
She threw herself down, and got straight to work. The childlike enthusiasm with which her arms and legs moved up and down made me laugh.
“I’ve made sand angels before,” she grunted, while still working. “But the sand at Daytona is hard. It’s nothing like this.”
Eventually I helped her up, so she could admire her handiwork. Our angels were so different in size, they looked like adult and child-sized versions of each other.
“This is better,” Camryn declared happily. “Way better.”
“And why’s that?”
“Well for one, you don’t end up with an asscrack full of sand.”
I chuckled at the visual: Camryn standing on some beautiful stretch of beach, her arms and legs still covered in fine white sand. In my daydream, it coated her smooth, tan thighs. It was all over her backside, clinging to her bikini bottoms.
“The best snow angels can only be done naked,” I theorized, having never thought of the subject before. “In case you’re wondering.”
“Umm-hmm,” she obviously didn’t believe me.
“I’m serious.”
“Alright, why?”
“Well for one, no jacket marks,” I pointed downward. “See all that texture? It ruins the illusion that—”
Camryn extended a gloved finger and poked me straight out of my bullshit. “And number two?”
“Number two, your body heat melts the snow uniformly,” I tried to say with a straight face. “It smooths everything out. Makes for a more perfect angel.”
Two tiny fists grabbed me by my jacket. With surprising strength, Camryn pulled me down to eye level.
“If you think I’m getting naked and jumping into the snow,” she breathed huskily, “you’re out of your fucking mind.”
Before I could even laugh, she kissed me.
“Later on however…”
She winked, and the wink was so sexy and full of promise it made my dick stir in my pants. We kissed, and then kissed some more, until there was no more room in my boxers at all.
Fuck.
Staring into her eyes made my heart race; faster than I’d felt since the heat of battle. Camryn was so fun, so amazing, so utterly perfect. And she was all ours, at least for now. Trapped within our walls, tucked away in our own little world, she’d brought warmth to the cabin. A distinct, feminine charm it was sorely missing.
