had been able to keep her from harm. Not wanting to press their luck in case the wild dogs reconsidered the threat he presented, he jerked a gloved hand in the direction of the lodge. “We need to go back.”
“Right. The shotgun,” she said, and without waiting for his reply, pivoted on one foot and retraced their steps. But by the time they got back to the lodge, the snow was falling again. Big, fat, thick snowflakes that were quickly accumulating on the ground.
“Looks like you’re stuck with me for tonight. Will it involve bondage again?” she asked, her tone surprisingly playful.
He sucked in a breath as he recalled the taste of her and became instantly erect. “Only if I get my licks in again.”
A visible shudder rattled her body and the pink flush on her cheeks from the cold deepened with another kind of blush. The crystal blue of her eyes deepened to the color of a mountain lake at dusk. “Will you become the cougar tonight?”
He shook his head. “It only happens three nights a month.””So tonight you’re totally human?”
Inclining his head in the direction of the path they had just traveled, he said, “You saw what happened. Can you call that totally human?” Becoming a cougar wasn’t the only danger. He feared that the longer she stayed, the harder it would be to finally let her go.
She hesitated for a moment, then reached up and fingered the longish strands of his hair, brushing them away from his face. “I call that being a hero.”
Without waiting for his reply, she opened the door to the lodge and hurried in, leaving him to stare at her retreating back and wonder what he would do about her and their forced confinement.
Chapter Eight
Jamie yanked off her jacket, scarf and hat and hung them on a coatrack by the front door. There was a nip in the air within the lodge, and she shivered, but soon those shivers had her body shaking and she realized it was probably a delayed response to what had happened with the dogs.
Concerned, Galen walked over to her and laid a gentle hand on her arm. “I’ll get the fire going in the living room. Why don’t you go take a hot shower?”
She wasn’t going to argue. The chill from outside and the fear had transferred itself deep into her core. A hot shower would go a long way toward warming her.
Hurrying to his room, she was pulling off her sweatshirt and bra even before reaching his door, driven by the thought of all that heat sliding over her body, wishing it was Galen’s warmth instead.
She shimmied out of her wet boots and socks and tossed them by the gas-powered fireplace in his bedroom. With the push of a button, the flames flicked to life, bringing immediate heat, which she hoped would dry them. Then she quickly ripped off her damp jeans, panties and sweatshirt, dropped them by the fireplace, and hurried to the shower.
She had forgotten just how spacious it was, with showerheads on various sides and levels to make sure not an inch of your body was missed. She turned on the water and made it as hot as she could stand then stepped inside. Her shuddering slowly abated as the warmth of the water seeped into her body. With the chill gone, she increased the heat and just stood beneath the assorted jets, letting their caress ease away the last of her discomfort.
Soon, however, the persistent beat on parts that were still sensitive from Galen’s touch brought other sensations.
She moaned as the water pulsed against her breasts and the heat sluiced down between her legs, warming her clitoris and cleft. Battling the desire, she spilled shampoo into her hand and washed her hair, then squeezed out some shower gel.
It smelled like him, woodsy and masculine. Her body shook, but not from the cold this time. As she soaped up, running her hands all along her body, she imagined it was Galen touching her and then there was no avoiding the need for satisfaction.
She rinsed off the soap and leaned back against the tiled wall, legs braced slightly apart.
“Right. The shotgun,” she said, and without waiting for his reply, pivoted on one foot and retraced their steps. But by the time they got back to the lodge, the snow was falling again. Big, fat, thick snowflakes that were quickly accumulating on the ground.
“Looks like you’re stuck with me for tonight. Will it involve bondage again?” she asked, her tone surprisingly playful.
He sucked in a breath as he recalled the taste of her and became instantly erect. “Only if I get my licks in again.”
A visible shudder rattled her body and the pink flush on her cheeks from the cold deepened with another kind of blush. The crystal blue of her eyes deepened to the color of a mountain lake at dusk. “Will you become the cougar tonight?”
He shook his head. “It only happens three nights a month.””So tonight you’re totally human?”
Inclining his head in the direction of the path they had just traveled, he said, “You saw what happened. Can you call that totally human?” Becoming a cougar wasn’t the only danger. He feared that the longer she stayed, the harder it would be to finally let her go.
She hesitated for a moment, then reached up and fingered the longish strands of his hair, brushing them away from his face. “I call that being a hero.”
Without waiting for his reply, she opened the door to the lodge and hurried in, leaving him to stare at her retreating back and wonder what he would do about her and their forced confinement.
Chapter Eight
Jamie yanked off her jacket, scarf and hat and hung them on a coatrack by the front door. There was a nip in the air within the lodge, and she shivered, but soon those shivers had her body shaking and she realized it was probably a delayed response to what had happened with the dogs.
Concerned, Galen walked over to her and laid a gentle hand on her arm. “I’ll get the fire going in the living room. Why don’t you go take a hot shower?”
She wasn’t going to argue. The chill from outside and the fear had transferred itself deep into her core. A hot shower would go a long way toward warming her.
Hurrying to his room, she was pulling off her sweatshirt and bra even before reaching his door, driven by the thought of all that heat sliding over her body, wishing it was Galen’s warmth instead.
She shimmied out of her wet boots and socks and tossed them by the gas-powered fireplace in his bedroom. With the push of a button, the flames flicked to life, bringing immediate heat, which she hoped would dry them. Then she quickly ripped off her damp jeans, panties and sweatshirt, dropped them by the fireplace, and hurried to the shower.
She had forgotten just how spacious it was, with showerheads on various sides and levels to make sure not an inch of your body was missed. She turned on the water and made it as hot as she could stand then stepped inside. Her shuddering slowly abated as the warmth of the water seeped into her body. With the chill gone, she increased the heat and just stood beneath the assorted jets, letting their caress ease away the last of her discomfort.
Soon, however, the persistent beat on parts that were still sensitive from Galen’s touch brought other sensations.
She moaned as the water pulsed against her breasts and the heat sluiced down between her legs, warming her clitoris and cleft. Battling the desire, she spilled shampoo into her hand and washed her hair, then squeezed out some shower gel.
It smelled like him, woodsy and masculine. Her body shook, but not from the cold this time. As she soaped up, running her hands all along her body, she imagined it was Galen touching her and then there was no avoiding the need for satisfaction.
She rinsed off the soap and leaned back against the tiled wall, legs braced slightly apart.
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