Dire
“Morning, beautiful.”
She opened her eyes slowly. “Gage?”
“How’d you sleep?”
She rubbed her eyes. “Am I dreaming again?”
“Not unless your dreams involve being stranded in the snow. But we are both naked if that helps.”
She ran her hands over her as if to prove I was telling the truth about the clothes. She touched me in the process, immediately bringing memories of unfinished business back to me.
“I wish it were a dream.” She sighed.
“Uh, why?” I really hoped she was feeling that way about being stranded in the snow, and not about what had happened between us.
“Because then I could just have sex with you again without worrying about the rest of the mess we’re in.”
“No one said we couldn’t have sex again…” I teased.
“I did.” She sighed again. “I suppose we should get dressed for the day.”
“For the day? Are you planning to get naked again with me tonight?” I grinned. “Not that I’d mind that, but I was kind of hoping we’d be in a bed tonight.”
“Hopefully we won’t still be here, but do you think the roads are going to get cleared today?” She sat up slightly, kneeing me in the process.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry.” She looked out the small portion of the camper window that wasn’t fully blanketed in snow. “It looks like it’s only flurrying right now.”
She exposed her top half when she sat up, and I wasn’t sure what was hotter. Her perfect little breasts, or the way the light fell on her back. Her back was so long and lean.
She noticed me staring and covered herself with her arms. “Hand me my bra and sweater please.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Gage, it’s freezing.”
“Then let me warm you up again first.” My plans to hold off were gone. Two pink nipples and a beautiful back had done away with any restraint.
She lay back down on top of me. It was the easiest way for her to get back in the sleeping bag, but it was my undoing. Her breasts pressed against me, and she lined herself up to me perfectly.
“We have to be strategic. We should start by assessing the damage. Maybe we can get the truck to start.”
“Mm hmm.” I tried to listen, I really did, but without my permission my fingers found her nipple.
“Gage.”
“Yes?”
“Pay attention.”
“I’m listening.” I squeezed her nipple lightly.
“Somehow I doubt you’re listening if you’re fondling me.”
“I already told you I can do two things at once.” I decided to prove my point. I continued my work on her breast while my hand slid down between her thighs.
“Gage.”
“Yes?”
“I can’t discuss our rescue plan with you—” She moaned.
“What was that you were saying?”
“Gage. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Stop distracting me.” Her body and mouth were saying completely different things. She opened her legs up as wide as she could within the confines of the sleeping bag.
“Feel free to keep discussing the plan.”
“Hmm?” She said absently.
Watching her writher in my arms in pleasure may have been my new favorite thing. She was so damn responsive, and so wet. “Gage.”
“Where were we with that plan? We’re going to try to start the truck again?”
“Yes. And then if it starts we can try to dig out.”
“Okay.” I kissed her neck.
“If not we need to try to figure out…” She moaned lightly. “Figure out where we are.”
“Of course.” I bit down on her neck lightly.
“Gage?”
“Yes?” I moved my mouth over to her breast.
“We can’t have sex again now.”
“Are you warmer now?”
“Hot.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to be even hotter?” I was pleading, I knew I was, but what was I supposed to do? How much could a man take?
“If, and I’m saying if, we have sex again, will you concentrate and help me come up with a plan?” She rolled over, the effect had her ass pushing into me.
“Absolutely.” I kissed her back.
“Do you really have more condoms?”
“Three more.”
“You won’t be using the last two.”
“But I can use one more?”
“Yes.”
I was a lucky man. A twisted, and horrible one, but I was lucky. “Want to stay where you are?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.” I moved on top of her knowing I was really going to enjoy this view of her back.
Chapter Seven
Mary Anne
I got dressed before the warmth could wear off. The sex had been even hotter in the morning. Maybe it was the position, or the fact that he’d managed to turn me on while I was plotting, either way it left me dizzy and certain I was going to be miserable when we finally got back to the real world.
“You’re amazing, Mary Anne.”
“Get that grin off your face.” I zipped up my coat. “You promised you’d help.”
“And I will, but I’m allowed to tell you how incredible that was.” He leaned back on his arms.
“You said it.”
“Say it too. I know you agree.”
“Do you really have that many doubts about your sexual prowess?” I couldn’t imagine Gage had any concerns in that department. He’d more than lived up to my expectations, and my expectations were high.
“No, but I want to make sure I’m satisfying you.” His eyes roamed up and down my body, and even though I was dressed, I knew he was picturing me naked.
“I’m satisfied, but you know what would satisfy me more?”
“What?” His eyes got hungry.
“Getting home.” I was already craving a hot shower.
He laughed. “I get the hint.” He got out of the sleeping bag and started dressing.
My stomach rumbled loudly. “Breakfast time.”
“Do you have any food with you?”
“I grabbed a few things from the vending machine, but we’ll have to ration.”
“Let’s see it.”
“It’s up front.” I zipped up my boots. They were the kind made more for fashion rather than actual usefulness, but at least they were warm.