Rule Breaker. Joanne Rock

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      Weston had thought maybe acknowledging the attraction between them would reroute that busy mind of hers, since she’d been worrying about the weather and feeling guilty for getting them snowed in together.

      So his intentions for the flirtatious direction of their conversation had been mostly good. But he had been unable to distract her, and now she sounded chilled.

      “I’m trying to find the drawstring so I c-can pull the fabric around my face,” she admitted, her shivering more obvious now.

      Concerned, he reached for his flashlight.

      “Let me,” he insisted, clicking the torch on to the lower setting and pointing it away from them so as not to blind her.

      He could see she’d wriggled her sleeping pad off to one side. The material was now bunched between them where it wasn’t going to help her stay warm. His coat had fallen off her too, no doubt because she was struggling with the puffy down to find the drawstring.

      Cursing himself for getting distracted by his attraction to her, he shifted back to professional mode. Her safety came first.

      “I’m going to work fast, okay?” He didn’t want to surprise her by manhandling her, but he also didn’t want to linger outside his own sleeping bag given that the temperature was probably hovering around fifteen degrees.

      She nodded uncertainly, her blue eyes locked on him.

      Getting to his knees, he leaned over her to retrieve his coat. Then, he wrapped one arm far enough around her to lift her shoulders. With his other hand, he tugged the corner of the sleeping pad back where it belonged, trying not to notice her soft curves pressed against his chest for one delicious moment. Once he had that smoothed out, he felt along the zipper near her shoulder until he found the drawstring and gave it a tug. The puffy down closed in around her face, leaving just her eyes, nose and highly kissable mouth visible.

      Finally, just when the chill was starting to really bite through his clothes, he laid his coat over her and retreated to his own sleeping bag. He burrowed down fast, zipping up the fabric all the way.

      “You must be freezing.” Her gaze tracked his movements in a way he welcomed.

      That flattering caress of her eyes was the only thing keeping the cold at bay now.

      “The temperature has definitely dropped a few degrees,” he admitted. “I’m going to wait a minute before I turn off the light.” He wanted his arms to warm up first.

      “You should take your coat back.” She lifted her head a bit as she turned to look at him since her peripheral vision was impeded by the bag. It made her look like a mummy.

      “I have a better idea.” He didn’t want her to give up the coat. “If we share it, we’ll both be warmer.”

      “Okay.” She nodded her assent.

      “Just until the chill goes away,” he assured her, already warmer at the thought of holding her against him.

      “Of course.” Her breath huffed out in a cloud between them. “I’m not worried about anything...more happening when we’re on the verge of icing over.”

      He suddenly didn’t feel one bit icy, but he didn’t plan on sharing that with her. Sliding one arm free of his sleeping bag, he snaked it under his coat and wound it around her midsection. He pulled her to him, so her back was to his chest, her rump tucked into his lap.

      She made a soft squeak, but she pressed into him, her body plastering itself to his through the layers of down between them. For a moment, he simply held her there, his nose pressed into the back of her hood, his arm brushing the underside of her breasts. She felt good.

      Not just because she was warm. April Stephens was soft and pliable in his arms, fitting just right. He slid his other arm under her head for a pillow, figuring she’d keep him warm enough. The protective urge flared along with a lot of other urges he wasn’t going to think about.

      Much.

      “Better?” He spoke the words against her neck through the sleeping bag.

      He felt a shiver СКАЧАТЬ