“Brynnon!” He growled, his body tensing beneath hers. Grant’s hips jerked uncontrollably, thrusting in and out a few more times until he was finally spent.
Falling back onto the mattress, he released a loud, satisfied breath. With him still inside her, Brynnon leaned down and kissed him softly before resting one side of her face over his pounding heart.
“I think you killed me,” his voice rumbled against her cheek.
Brynnon smiled. “At least we went together.”
A low laugh reverberated inside his chest. The room had just gone quiet again when Brynnon’s stomach growled loudly.
“Sounds like you worked up quite an appetite.”
“I’m starved.” She lifted her head to look at him. “We could leave now and go get something. Or, there are some frozen pizzas in the freezer downstairs. I could go pop in a couple before we head out.”
Just then, Grant’s phone beeped with a sound she didn’t recognize. Though she hated to break their connection, Brynnon climbed off. Reaching down to where he’d left his jeans, Grant pulled his phone from the pocket and looked at the screen.
“Doesn’t look like we’re heading out anytime soon.” He turned the phone so she could see.
“A snowstorm?” Her head swung toward the window. “I thought there was only aslightchance for snow tonight.”
Dressing in a rush, Brynnon walked over to the window facing the drive. Sure enough, it had already snowed over half an inch with no signs of stopping. “Well, crap.”
From behind her, Grant said, “Pizza, it is.”
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Chapter 17
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With snow halfway uphis boots, Grant swung the axe, its blade splitting the log right down the center with an echoing crack.
Not only had the meteorologists gotten the forecast wrong, they’d done so in spectacular fashion. Rather than a dusting to an inch, as they’d first predicted, northern Texas had been hit with a record-breaking snowstorm, forcing them to stay at the cabin for the past two days.
Brynnon had access to plenty of firewood, which helped keep the place warm. She’d been keeping a few extra sets of clothes in her closet already, so she was good in that department. As for him, Grant was thankful she had a washer and dryer.
With enough coffee and frozen shit in the freezer to keep them fed for the foreseeable future, food wasn’t much of an issue, either. Although, Grant didn’t know how she ate that processed crap on a regular basis.
