It wasn’t.
It was actually quite chilly.
The old plantation house with its twenty bedrooms, two living rooms, massive kitchen, sunroom, and even a couple more odds and ends rooms was a bitch to heat up during the cold winter days, and today was definitely colder than normal.
It was eighteen degrees out and said to drop into the single digits. Kilgore, Texas was expected to completely obliterate the old record low temperatures that were set in 1919 when we started to record them.
Meaning, that I was in sweats. All the while she was in tight fucking black leggings that were driving me wild, a t-shirt that was mine—when she’d gotten it, I didn’t know—and thick wool socks.
But, her face was flushed and her cheeks were rosy red.
“Fine,” she squeaked, her face getting even redder, as if that was even possible. “Why do you ask?”
She shifted on her chair, looking uncomfortable.
The move drew attention to the apex of her thighs where I could see the bright red underwear through the thin fabric of her leggings.
I was sure if I told her that I could see through them, she’d change them.
So I hadn’t told.
Instead, I’d enjoyed looking at her over the last few hours that we’d been at her place.
The phone rang and she jumped, quickly standing up and hurrying to it where it was resting on the corner of the kitchen counter.
My eyes went to her ass where I could see peach-colored skin, and I groaned.
She was wearing a thong.
The t-shirt was so long that I was only getting flashes here and there.
And they were making my dick hard as a pike.
I’d spent more of the night hiding my goddamn boner than I’d spent enjoying being with her.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t adoring the fuck out of spending time with her. It was that I was wearing sweatpants, and unless I wanted to go home and get some jeans to actually contain the beast, I was stuck using various pots, throw pillows, and even a rolling pin to hide my dick from her.
Like right now, I was barely turned toward her and using a jug of milk—milk I didn’t even want but had to act like I did or I’d look like a goddamn moron holding it—to cover it.
I swallowed hard at the look of heat in her eyes and wondered if maybe I was seeing things.
All this time I’d assumed that she was totally and completely unaffected by me.
But maybe she wasn’t…
Her phone rang again, causing us both to jerk in surprise.
She placed the phone to her ear. All the while I decided to put the jug of milk back while she wasn’t paying attention.
“Oh,” Sierra said. “We’re here. We’re in the main house. Grans is in the house behind us.”
“That was Oston,” she said. “He’s here with the furniture.”
My brows rose. “He is?”
He wasn’t supposed to come until tomorrow.
“I think he has a bit of a crush on your grandmother,” she teased, bending over to do her own perusal of the fridge.
I closed my eyes and willed my dick to behave.
Fuck!
“Did you say something?” she asked, standing up.
Had I?
I had no fucking idea.
I couldn’t think straight, let alone tell her if I was thinking straight.
“Umm.” I shrugged. “Sure.”
The movement of my shoulders caused a sliver of skin to peek out between the waistband of my sweatpants and the hemline of my sweatshirt.
The shirt was a bit small for me but seeing as it was all that I had in my truck, my options were limited.
“How long is he going to be?” I asked, trying desperately to come up with something to change the subject to.
Because the way her eyes had flashed down to my bare stomach?
That wasn’t a look that she could hide.
The flash of skin had made her heart start beating hard. I could see her goddamn pulse in her throat rocketing away.
My abs tensed and I moved toward her almost as if on autopilot.
I could hear my brain working, telling me to stop, but my feet continued to pull me forward.
Before I knew it, she was moving too.
Our bodies pulling against some invisible string that had us stepping into each other and colliding in bare seconds.
One moment she was standing by the fridge, and the next she was in my arms.
What happened next was what I could call… epic.
The moment that her soft body came into contact with mine, I… lost it.
Before I could tell myself this wasn’t a good idea, that I should pull back, she was shucking my t-shirt.
She was also naked.
At least, halfway.
The entire time that she’d been in the kitchen walking around, she hadn’t been wearing a bra.
Only someone with smaller breasts could pull it off and me not know, but even though they were small, they definitely turned me on.
The moment that I saw the perfectly tipped areolas, my knees went weak.