“They were there yesterday. No one but Jacob has been in there since.”
She winces. “I really don’t want to know if he took them.”
“I’ll go get them.” My hungry gaze roves over her, dark hair falling in messy layers around her shoulders, her breasts heaving underneath a pink bra—I’ve never experienced such violent thoughts against fabric. “The last thing I want to do is put clothes back on you.”
“The feeling is mutual.” She runs her hands over my shoulders, inciting a full-body tremble.
Swallowing, I make a herculean attempt to pull my thoughts out of neanderthal and up to higher functioning. “I’ll run and grab them.” I push away from her and stand up, taking a deep breath, running my hands through my hair, before making my way to the door only through supreme force of will.
“Wait.”
I turn around. Her eyes trail over me, snagging on my unbuttoned jeans. “You’re going out there like that?” She licks her lips.
The last thing I want to do is leave her for even a second, but I have little choice.
“I’ll go quick.” Faster than I’ve ever moved in my life, most likely.
“I’ll go with you.”
My brows lift. “Like that?”
She lifts a slender shoulder. “No one is around, and we match.”
A grin spreads my cheeks. “Okay.”
She bounces off the bed and meets me by the door. I guess it’s a good thing we haven’t removed our shoes yet.
“Ready?”
She nods and grabs my hand.
I open the door, and we run through the falling snow, holding on to each other, shrieking and laughing like idiots.
The other cabin is cold and dim. I race over to the side table and open it, pulling out the box and shaking it. Still full.Thank God.
“Got ’em.”
She’s standing near the door, her arms wrapped around her bare midriff, shivering.
I glance around. “We could stay here.”
“All I can think about is how many times that couple had sex on probably every surface. Plus it’s freezing.”
“All excellent points.” My own mind is devoid of all rational thoughts. All that remains are thoughts of how I want to be inside her as soon as possible. “Let’s go.”
We run outside, breathless and cold, gripping each other.
In the center of the snowstorm, I come to an abrupt halt, tugging Finley back against my chest and lowering my mouth to hers. I brush my lips against hers, catching the snowflakes that settled there. Her fingers are cold on my back as she presses closer. Her mouth opens against mine, the heat of her tongue a stark contrast to the blowing snow.
I don’t want to let her go, but we need to get inside.
I release her with a groan.
Once we’re back in the warmth of my cabin, I toss the condoms onto the side table and push Finley back on the bed. “Let me warm you up.” I snap off her bra.
She giggles. “You’re going to warm me up by removing more clothing?”
My mouth covers one of her breasts, and she gasps and arches up into me, her hands sliding into my hair.