“We had a lot fewer layers.”
She chuckled. “Mostly none.”
“You know what? My hands are getting cold.”
“You could put them inside my coat.”
“What a concept.” Heart thumping, he began unfastening the buttons. “How about you? Are your hands cold?”
“Freezing.” She unzipped his jacket and slid her arms inside. “That’s better.”
“Way better.” He followed suit, pulling her in tight with a sigh as her warm, tempting body sent his into overdrive. “God, you feel good.”
She moaned softly. “You, too. I thought we’d have tonight to ourselves.”
“We could have early tomorrow morning to ourselves.”
“I might fall asleep on you.”
Lowering his head, he dipped under the brim of her hat. “Not if I can help it.” He settled into a kiss that instantly short-circuited his brain.
He couldn’t get enough of her lush mouth. She kissed the way she made love, holding nothing back. He lost track of everything but the urge to stoke the fire, letting it rage out of control until they surrendered their bodies to the flames.
Her soft whimper sent a message to his lust-fogged brain. He had to touch her, had to at least?—
A horn beeped. He stilled. And registered that he’d unfastened her jeans. His hand was halfway to its destination.
She broke away from the kiss. “Someone’s… someone’s?—”
“At the gate.” He barely got the words past his clogged throat. Slowly he withdrew his hand from her jeans.
She gulped for air. “You’d better go see.”
“Stay here.”
“Okay.”
Backing away from her, he zipped his coat. “Be right there!” he called out as he glanced down at his fly. Oh, boy. Couldn’t go out like that.
He turned his back. “Don’t watch this,” he murmured.
Unzipping, he freed his cock, scooped up a little snow lying in a shady spot on the forest floor, clenched his teeth and sprinkled it over the evidence. After a quick swipe with his bandana, he zipped up and faced Mila again.
She was quietly having hysterics, tears of laughter rolling down her cheeks. Tugging down the brim of his hat, he touched two fingers to the brim and left, lengthening his stride as he retraced his steps to the gate.
Rio’s red truck sat on the right side of the road by the open gate. When Cole appeared, Rio lowered his window. “Figured you were answering nature’s call, but I decided to beep anyway, just to let you know I was out here. Hope I didn’t rush you.”
“No worries.” Cole crossed to the truck. “What’s up?”
“I had to run into town for some last-minute Christmas shopping and didn’t see Mom’s text about your offer to drive tonight until I stopped for gas. Do you still have room for me in your truck?”
“Probably.” He took out his phone and checked for texts. “Looks like it. Claudie asked me this morning and here’s a request from Monty. That’s all so far, so you’re in. Now I’m full up.”
“Your truck seats five, right? That’s only four. I wonder if Zay?—”
“I forgot to say I’m taking Mila.”
“Oh. That’s cool. Can I have the front seat? Monty likes the back and my sisters probably want to sit together.”
