I strip down myself and join her in the bed, pulling as many blankets and quilts overtop of us as I can. Her skin is cold, but I’m operating at a much higher body temperature. A situation that may or may not be exacerbated by the fact that I have her sweet little body pressed up to mine. My hands rub all over her thighs, back, and stomach as I work to get some heat back in her body.
My dick is hard and hot, pressed into her back, and when she finally moans and squirms against me as she wakes up, rubbing her juicy ass cheeks against my hard-on, I have to swallow a groan.
“What’s…Ryder?”
She tries to turn to see me, but my arms and legs are wrapped tight around her in an effort to give her as much of my body heat as possible.
“It’s okay, Chloe. You were freezing. I’m just trying to warm you up. That’s all. I swear.”
Despite the fact that my dick would way rather be warming her up in a whole different way. It’s not the time or place.
“I thought I was dreaming,” she says, her voice low and thick with sleep and oh-so-sexy. “You saved me and took me to bed.”
“That’s exactly what I?—”
“It was hot. You made me feel things.”
I freeze, one hand on her back, the other on her upper thigh. “What kind of things?”
She moans, and I can no longer tell whether she’s fully awake or not. “Sexy things,” she says. “Things I’ve never felt before. Things I’ve only written about.”
Her body is warm now. I probably don’t need to be lying next to her, rubbing her the way I am, but I can’t seem to help myself.Besides, she obviously likes it. Chloe has wiggled her way back into me; her ass is grinding against my cock in a way that feels like delicious torture.
And now I’m even more curious about this little kitten of a woman lying in my arms. “What do you mean, you’ve only written about sexy things?”
She exhales slowly, and her body melts a little more into mine. “Are you sure I’m not dreaming?”
She’s fully awake now, but she doesn’t move away from me.
“You’re absolutely not dreaming, Chloe. We’re just talking now. I don’t have to keep?—”
“No.” She tenses a little in my arms before relaxing again. “Don’t stop. I’m still so cold.”
A smile plays at my lips, but her wish is my command. I don’t fully understand what kind of spell this little slip of a woman holds over me, but what I do know for sure is that when I saw her in the snow, half frozen, it sent a shot of fear through me like I’ve never felt before. Not even when my own life was in danger.
I don’t know what it is, or why it is, but the idea of losing her when I just found her is too much to bear.
Once more, I move my hands slowly over her soft body. “I won’t stop,” I tell her. “Tell me about your writing.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Chloe
It’s not a dream.
I’m not dreaming.
It takes me a minute to realize what’s actually happening, but when I do, I’m both horrified and thrilled at the same time.
A man has never touched me like this before. I’ve dreamt about it, fantasized about it, and even written about it, but never before has a real-life man—let alone a man as hot as Ryder Wolf—ever touched me the way this man is touching me at this moment.
I don’t even care that the only reason he’s doing it is to save me from hypothermia after I was an idiot.
Oh my God.
He probably thinks I’m just a stupid little girl who almost killed herself.
Maybe my brain is still frozen because I ask him not to stop touching and rubbing me even though we both know that I’m not cold anymore.
