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As it was, he knew he’d be thinking of this precise moment long after Amelia finally removed her body from his. He wasn’t going to forget the weight of her pressing against him in all the right places any time soon—that he was sure of. He was almost certain his body would yearn for contact with hers again the instant they were out of this snow bank.

“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying this, but I really should get off of you,” she said, bringing his thoughts back to the present as she wiggled on top of him again as if trying to find a way to shift her body off of his.

“True. Your boyfriend wouldn’t be too happy if he saw you getting this close and personal with the workshop host, would he?” He hoped he sounded indifferent as he tried to peek down at their skis to see what the problem was. The skis were so crossed he could barely tell which were his own.

She stilled. “What boyfriend?” Her head tilted to the side.

“The one who keeps putting his arm around you every chance he gets.”

“Like he’s a dog marking his territory, right?” She laughed. “He’s a dog alright, but he’s not my dog. He likes to act like he’s my boyfriend, but trust me, he’s the furthest thing from it.”

“Good to know I was mistaken,” Nate said, relief filling him as he realized there was no reason why he couldn’t be with her this weekend. She was free and he was interested. Time to find out if she had any interest in him too. “Then perhaps we should hang out here a little longer and get to know each other a little better now that I know you’re not taken.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment and he held his breath waiting for her response. “I think I’d rather get to know you when I can feel all the parts of my body.”

He grinned and raised an interested eyebrow at her. He liked where this was headed. In fact, they could head there right now while everyone else was still busy skiing. That would be fine with him.

“Wait. Crap. That’s not how I meant it to sound.” She blushed again.

Deep red filled the apples of her cheeks. He wished he wasn’t wearing gloves at that moment so he could touch her rosy skin and feel the heat radiating from her. Or he could kiss her cheeks—and mouth and neck softly until her cheeks were flushed pink for another reason.

“I meant I’m cold. My body is going to be frostbitten very soon. That’s all.” Then she shook her head and groaned again. “I don’t want us to die of hypothermia while we get to know each other, that’s all.”

She was very cute when she was flustered.

As much as he wanted to stay with her here, to see how many more times he could make her blush, to continue to feel her body on his, he knew they needed to get inside. Reluctantly, he decided it would be in both of their best interest if they got themselves out of the snow bank. The sooner the better or they would end up with a serious case of frostbite. After these last few minutes with her, that was the last thing he wanted to happen to either of their bodies. No, he had better things planned for them. Hotter things.

He reached for his ski pole, which luckily lay beside him and used it to try and pop his boot from the binding of his ski. With a quick hard shove, his boot came loose and he kicked the ski aside. He dropped his pole and took hold of her sides instead. “Okay,” he started with his plan, “I’ve got one leg free, so I’m going to roll us over and then I’ll be able to reach my other ski. Got it?”

“Is there a plan B?”


“Okay then. Let’s get rollin’ over.” She grabbed onto his shoulders with her gloved hands as though to brace herself for the impact of him on top of her.

He lifted her slightly and shifted his body under hers. Parts of him rubbed against fabric, creating a very pleasant reaction to his current predicament. Unfortunately, now wasn’t the time to think about things like that. In one fluid movement, he gently pushed her to the side and rolled himself on top of her, carefully keeping his body lifted so he wouldn’t accidentally crush her into the snow.

Hovering over her, Nate was overcome with the immediate desire to be in this exact position with Amelia another time—one when they were hot and sweaty somewhere instead of freezing in a snow bank. The urge to kiss her, to feel her body against him—her lips hot and wet on his own—made his head spin. His arms grew weak as he lowered himself on top of her, but not because they couldn’t hold his weight, simply because as his desire grew, his defenses to resist her dissolved.

His lips inched closer to hers. His pulse raced through his body, awakening areas that had been sleeping too long. Her chin tilted up toward him and her lips parted slightly. Her tongue flickered beneath the opening like a secret waiting to be discovered. Her eyes never left his, but they grew heavier with every agonizing second that passed.

He could kiss her—right here, right now. His body begged him to. His mouth opened as he subconsciously mirrored her lips and he lowered himself further until he was a breath away from her beckoning lips.

Yes, he would kiss her and then he could die a happy man.


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  1. Janet Lane Walters says:

    Nice excerpt. Hope you’re having vacation fun.

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