“You? Out in the woods in the freezing cold?”
“I might like it.”
“Or you might whine.”
She turned away from the window to slap at him. “I don’t whine.”
When he grabbed her wrist to keep her from hitting him, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to slide his hand down and interlock his fingers with hers. She didn’t pull away and he rested their joined hands on the seat between them.
“If you really want to ride, I’ll teach you,” he said. “But Brendan’s machine’s too much for you. If you’re serious, I’ll take it and trade it in for something more your speed.”
“Would that bother you? Letting it go, I mean.”
He could see her watching his profile through the corner of his eyes, so he shrugged like it was no big deal. “It’s just a sled, Claire. I started it up the other day and was thinking it was a damn shame, the way it just sits there.”
“You love snowmobiling more than anything,” she said softly. “I’d like to do that with you.”
He squeezed her fingers. “I’ll call the shop and see what kind of deal they’ll give me.”
Then he had to let her go, needing both hands to navigate down the dirt road that led to the Swenson house. The town did a half-ass job of plowing the road, but they didn’t touch the driveways. Harry Swenson lived in the last house on the road, isolated from his neighbors. He worked nights, so he’d already left. Justin would give it a quick swipe to make it easier for him to get home.
While he worked, she went back to staring out her window, which worried him. She was usually a chatterbox while they were out plowing, to the point he’d sometimes regret taking her because she wouldn’t shut up.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked her, putting the truck in Park and killing the headlights so he could give her his full attention.
“Kissing you again,” she said to the window.
He was surprised the windows didn’t fog up from the rush of heat that washed over him. “You pro or con?”
“I’m still afraid it’ll ruin our friendship in the long run.”
“I hate to say it, but having it between us all the time like the big, horny elephant in the room isn’t doing it any favors, either.”
“So what are we going to do about it?”
What he should do was put the truck in gear, put his foot on the gas and drop her off—alone—at her apartment. What he did instead was shove a whole bunch of crap onto the passenger side floor and then take her hand to tug her over to his side of the truck. “What do you think we should do about it?”
“Maybe we just need to…get it out of our systems.”
There was no way that was ever going to happen. “We could just play it by ear.”
Since she was already kicking off her boots, he figured she was okay with that idea. “Can anybody see us?”
“No.” It was getting warm in the truck all of a sudden, so he reached out and slid the fan controls down to low. So what if the windows fogged up? As a matter of fact, he was hoping they would.
She kissed him, long and slow and sweet, while their elbows bumped into things because she was trying to shimmy out of her jeans and he was trying to get a condom from his wallet in the back pocket of his.
“Slow down,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Can’t. Don’t want to. I need you, Justin.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Once he got his wallet free, he lifted his hips enough to drag his jeans down and covered himself with the condom. Then she covered him with her and the windows steamed like a sauna.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the night of the Christmas party,” she said, her breath against his cheek as she moved slowly, stroking him.
He’d been thinking about it a lot longer than that, but it wasn’t the time for that discussion. Not when she was moving up and down like that, making him forget…whatever it was keeping them from doing this all the damn time. It wasn’t going to last long and
“I might like it.”
“Or you might whine.”
She turned away from the window to slap at him. “I don’t whine.”
When he grabbed her wrist to keep her from hitting him, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to slide his hand down and interlock his fingers with hers. She didn’t pull away and he rested their joined hands on the seat between them.
“If you really want to ride, I’ll teach you,” he said. “But Brendan’s machine’s too much for you. If you’re serious, I’ll take it and trade it in for something more your speed.”
“Would that bother you? Letting it go, I mean.”
He could see her watching his profile through the corner of his eyes, so he shrugged like it was no big deal. “It’s just a sled, Claire. I started it up the other day and was thinking it was a damn shame, the way it just sits there.”
“You love snowmobiling more than anything,” she said softly. “I’d like to do that with you.”
He squeezed her fingers. “I’ll call the shop and see what kind of deal they’ll give me.”
Then he had to let her go, needing both hands to navigate down the dirt road that led to the Swenson house. The town did a half-ass job of plowing the road, but they didn’t touch the driveways. Harry Swenson lived in the last house on the road, isolated from his neighbors. He worked nights, so he’d already left. Justin would give it a quick swipe to make it easier for him to get home.
While he worked, she went back to staring out her window, which worried him. She was usually a chatterbox while they were out plowing, to the point he’d sometimes regret taking her because she wouldn’t shut up.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked her, putting the truck in Park and killing the headlights so he could give her his full attention.
“Kissing you again,” she said to the window.
He was surprised the windows didn’t fog up from the rush of heat that washed over him. “You pro or con?”
“I’m still afraid it’ll ruin our friendship in the long run.”
“I hate to say it, but having it between us all the time like the big, horny elephant in the room isn’t doing it any favors, either.”
“So what are we going to do about it?”
What he should do was put the truck in gear, put his foot on the gas and drop her off—alone—at her apartment. What he did instead was shove a whole bunch of crap onto the passenger side floor and then take her hand to tug her over to his side of the truck. “What do you think we should do about it?”
“Maybe we just need to…get it out of our systems.”
There was no way that was ever going to happen. “We could just play it by ear.”
Since she was already kicking off her boots, he figured she was okay with that idea. “Can anybody see us?”
“No.” It was getting warm in the truck all of a sudden, so he reached out and slid the fan controls down to low. So what if the windows fogged up? As a matter of fact, he was hoping they would.
She kissed him, long and slow and sweet, while their elbows bumped into things because she was trying to shimmy out of her jeans and he was trying to get a condom from his wallet in the back pocket of his.
“Slow down,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Can’t. Don’t want to. I need you, Justin.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Once he got his wallet free, he lifted his hips enough to drag his jeans down and covered himself with the condom. Then she covered him with her and the windows steamed like a sauna.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the night of the Christmas party,” she said, her breath against his cheek as she moved slowly, stroking him.
He’d been thinking about it a lot longer than that, but it wasn’t the time for that discussion. Not when she was moving up and down like that, making him forget…whatever it was keeping them from doing this all the damn time. It wasn’t going to last long and
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