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“With a blizzard this heavy, the guys will just hole up at their homes and take a few days off. They won’t be expecting to work through it,” she said, then looked around the room.
It was filled with shadows that moved and shifted in the flickering light. “As soon as the snow stops and the roads are clear, we’ll get started on the renovations. The structure’s sound, but for needing some new shingles on the roof and some of the porch railings replaced. We’ll be working on the inside for now, of course, and move to the outside when spring finally gets here—”
“And we’re talking about work again,” Sean interrupted her. He’d noticed that whenever their conversations threatened to get personal, she “ran home to mama” so to speak and turned to talk of the job.
“Your fault this time. Besides, work is why we’re here,” she pointed out.
“No,” he argued with a wave of his hand toward the closest window that displayed a view of swirling white, “snow is why we’re here. We’ve talked about the job enough for today.”
“Well then,” she said abruptly, “what do you want to talk about?”
“Who says I want to talk at all?” he asked and gave her a slow smile.
She stiffened and her features went cool and dispassionate. What did it say about him, Sean wondered, that her reaction only fed the hunger gnawing at him? This woman’s obvious reluctance to admit to what was simmering between them only intrigued him further.
So maybe, he told himself, the secret to surviving close quarters with Kate was to go ahead and give in to the sexual tug happening. If they tried to ignore it, the next few days were going to be misery.
“Yeah,” she said, “that’s not going to happen.”
“Never say never,” he told her with a careless shrug. “We’re stuck together and I’m pretty damn charming.”
A hesitant smile twitched at her lips briefly. “I think I can control myself.”
“We’ll see, won’t we?” He was a man who loved a challenge. And Kate Wells was surely that.
“Right. I think I’ll bring in more wood.” She pushed herself to her feet and looked down at him.
“Thought we had enough.” He glanced at the high stack of split logs he’d already carried in and set beside the hearth.
“Can’t have too much,” she said, pulling her jacket on.
He knew a displacement activity when he saw one. She was trying to get some space, some distance from him, and damn if he was going to let her. “I’ll get it.”
“I can do it,” she said and left without another look at him.
Muttering under his breath about hardheaded women, Sean grabbed his jacket and followed. He walked through the mudroom and stepped out onto the wide, covered back porch in time to see Kate grabbing several big logs. “Let me get it.”
“I said I don’t need help,” she countered.
Sean came up beside her just as she whirled around to face him. Her elbow caught him in the chest, and he took a step back and hit the edge of the top step. Off balance, his arms windmilled as he felt himself falling and knew he couldn’t stop it. The fresh snow cushioned his fall and puffed up around him in a cloud. He was flat on his back, staring up at still more snow falling out of a steel-gray sky.
“Oh, God, are you okay?” Kate dropped the wood she held and reached out one hand to him. “I didn’t know you were there, really.”
Sean only stared at her. Snowflakes gathered in her hair, on her lashes, on the collar of her coat. Her hand was out toward him, and he grabbed it. But rather than take her help to get out of the snow, he gave a hard yank and pulled her down to join him.
She gave a half shriek when she landed on top of him, then immediately struggled to push herself up again. But having her body pressed along his felt so good, Sean was in no hurry to release her.
“What’s the rush?” he asked, mouth just a breath away from hers.
“It’s freezing.”
“Cuddle up, we’ll keep each other warm.”
Three (#ulink_5786ddf5-8d73-5064-9ab9-773592997f81)
“You’re crazy,” she said with a shake of her head. Thick, heavy snowflakes kept falling all around them, landing on his lashes, his cheeks.
“And charming. Don’t forget charming.”
“Right,” she said, laughing. Damn it, he really was charming. Most men getting pushed into a snowdrift wouldn’t have been so nice about it—though he’d made sure to yank her into the wet cold just to keep things even. “Pulling me into the snow? Charming.”
He grinned. “You started it.”
She had. And now that she was lying on top of him, she couldn’t really regret it. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
He slid one hand down her spine toward her behind, and her eyes flashed in warning. “Yeah. I guess I am.”
“Like I said. Crazy.”
“Kiss me once and we’ll get out of this snow.”
Kissing Sean Ryan was absolutely not a good idea. But oh, she was tempted. Tempted enough that she knew she’d give in if she didn’t move.
“I’m going in now,” she told him and pushed against him again, trying to lever herself up.
Sean held on to her. “One kiss. See if we can melt all this snow.”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth then lifted to meet his eyes. Temptation had never looked so good, she thought, knowing that she was in far deeper water than she’d ever been in before. No, she wasn’t some shy virgin. She was a widow. And the man she had loved and married had been nothing like Sean.
Sam Wells had been sweet, kind, soft-spoken. An easygoing man with a ready smile and a gentle nature. Kate wasn’t used to dealing with a man who wore arrogance and confidence like a second skin. And blast it, she couldn’t understand why she found him so...attractive.
Then, while her thoughts were muddled and her defenses down, Sean tugged her closer and closed his mouth over hers.
So much heat. It was a wonder the snow they were lying in didn’t melt into slush.
While her body lit up like a glowing neon sign, Kate’s mind flashed a warning. Melt snow? If he kept this up, Sean would melt her bones.
Pull away, she told herself. Stop this now. But she wasn’t going to stop and she knew it. It had been so long—too long—since she’d been held, kissed. That was why she was reacting so wildly to Sean’s touch, she assured herself. It wasn’t personal. It was simply a biological need that hadn’t been so much as acknowledged for two years.
But when his tongue tangled with hers, she had to admit, at least silently, that it was this man causing her reaction. Not just a kiss, but Sean’s kiss.
For a week, she’d worked with him, argued with him and, yes, dreamed about him. Now his hands were on her, his mouth was devouring hers and all she could think was more. This was so unlike her. So out of the realm of her ordinary world she had no idea what to do or how to handle it.
He broke the kiss, stared at her as if she’d just dropped out of the sky from Mars, then shook his head. “Well, damn. If I’d known what kissing you would be like, I’d have done it a week ago.”
Gazing into his beautiful blue eyes, she blurted out before she could stop herself, “I might have let you.”
One corner of his truly fabulous mouth tipped up. “Might?”
He already thought far too much of himself, so no way was she going to feed an ego that was already strong enough for three healthy men.
“I think we’re way past ‘might,’ Kate,” he said, his fingers rubbing at the base of her neck until she wanted to purr in reaction.
That realization made Kate pull back, shake her head. “No, we are not going to do this.”
“Not here, anyway,” Sean agreed. “We’ll freeze to death.”
Not the way she was feeling at the moment, Kate thought. Despite the cold, the snow, the icy chill of the wind, she felt only the heat. That was the problem. Determined to put some space between them, Kate shoved herself to her feet. Sean did the same, then caught her elbow in a firm grip.
“You’re going to pretend nothing happened?”
“It was a kiss, Sean. That’s all.” She slipped out of his grasp, pulled off her cap, tore the band from her hair and shook it free until it lay thick around her shoulders.
“A hell of a kiss, Kate.”
She felt the imprint of his fingers right through her jacket and sweater as if he was touching her bare skin. What would it be like if he actually touched her? Oh, don’t think about that...
“Kate—”
“We need to get more wood.”
“Oh, I’ve got plenty of wood.”
He gave her a slow smile as his eyebrows arched. Kate blew out a breath. Well, she’d walked right into that double entendre. “Funny.”
He grinned. “Told you I’m charming.”
“You shouldn’t waste it on me,” Kate told him.
“Who says it’s a waste?”
Kate sighed, tipped her head to one side and stared at him. “Why are you doing this?”
“We’re both doing this, Kate,” he said flatly. Moving in, he closed what little distance lay between them. His hands came down on her shoulders and though she knew she should shrug him off, she didn’t. That stirring of bone-deep heat was too irresistible. Too compelling.
In this world of swirling white and icy cold, it was as if they were the only two people alive. As if nothing beyond this old hotel existed. Mattered. She stared up at him, into those blue eyes, and felt herself weakening further.
He was so damn sure of himself, Kate thought. And as her willpower dissolved like sugar in hot water, she told herself he had every right to be. She’d had no intention of giving in to this attraction between them, and now she couldn’t think of anything else.
“So, what’s it going to be?” He looked down into her eyes as he slid his hands up from her shoulders to cup her face. The chill of his hands on her skin skittered through her and was swallowed by the building fire inside. “Are we gonna spend the next few days pretending nothing’s happening between us?”
“It’s the safest thing to do.”
“You always take the safe route?” His mouth curved.
Yes. She’d lived most of her life trying to be safe. Her mother had died in a car accident when Kate was a girl, and that incident had marked her. She always buckled her seat belt. Drove the speed limit. Safety—caution in all things, was paramount. In everything from driving to balancing her checkbook to salting her steps during winter. She didn’t take chances. Risks. She was always careful. Always vigilant. And the smart thing to do right now would be to continue being safe. To walk away from what she felt when she was with Sean.
Even while she was giving herself some excellent advice, he bent his head and kissed her. Once. Twice. His mouth was soft, his manner tender and she was lost. When he finished, leaving her breathless and just a little unsteady, he looked at her again.
Kate swallowed hard and said, “Safe is smart.”
“Be stupid,” he urged.
She couldn’t look away from that warm, determined gaze. “I think I’m going to.”
He kissed her again. This time gentle tenderness washed away in a roaring tide of clawing, greedy hunger that had been building between them for days. Even through the thick layer of sweaters and jackets they wore, Kate felt his hard, muscled chest pressed against her, and everything inside her caught fire.
It was as if embers that had lain smoldering within suddenly caught a draft of air that flashed them into flames. Her hands at his shoulders, she clung to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight, close. Though they stood locked together in knee-deep snow, she didn’t feel the cold. His mouth fused to hers, his breath filled her, his tongue twisted with hers and Kate felt the already-blazing fire inside her erupt and flash white-hot.
He tore his mouth from hers and said, “Inside. We’ll freeze to death out here.”
“So not cold,” she told him, licking her lips to savor the taste of him.
He grinned, and her heart stumbled. “Gonna make sure you stay that way, too.”
Keeping one arm locked around her, he guided her into the hotel, through the kitchen door, then slammed it closed behind them. They left the wind, the snow, the cold, and now it was just the two of them.
Nerves rose up unexpectedly and Kate started thinking. Her body was churning, every hormone she possessed was doing a cha-cha of anticipation, but her brain had clicked back on the moment he stopped kissing her and now...
“No way,” he said, caging her against the counter, with his hands braced on either side of her.
“What?” She blinked up at him.
“You’re thinking too much. You’re starting to worry that maybe we’re making a mistake.”
“Are you a mind reader now?” she asked, trying to ignore the hard thump of her heartbeat.
He laughed shortly. “Reading your mind isn’t that tough at the moment.” His gaze moved over her face like a caress before meeting her eyes again. “You’re interested. You just don’t want to be.”
“I could say the same about you,” she pointed out in her own defense.
“Yeah, you could.” He nodded thoughtfully. “The difference between us is I’m not big on denying myself and you seem to be a champ at it.”
“I’ll agree with the first half of that sentence. You do seem to be the type who indulges himself whenever he feels like it.”
“Why not?” he asked with a shrug. “You don’t get trophies from the universe for being stoic and cheating yourself out of something that could be amazing.”
In spite of everything, Kate felt a rush of anticipation that fed a small smile. The man was arrogance personified. “You’re so sure it would be amazing?”
His mouth curved, his eyes gleamed and he leaned in closer until their mouths were just a breath apart. “Aren’t you?”
Stray snowflakes slipped from the collar of her jacket, went beneath the neckline of her sweater and snaked along her spine. Kate shivered and told herself it was the ice on her skin, not the heat in his eyes that had caused it.
“This is crazy,” she murmured, shifting her gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back again.
“I’m a big fan of crazy,” he whispered.
“Yeah, you would be,” Kate said with a choked-off laugh.
