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    “Touch me,” she begged, grabbing his hand and slapping it over her breastbone. “Make me warm. Touch me.”
    In any other situation, he’d take that as a positive sign, but this wasn’t sexual, it was survival. He flattened his palm and rubbed, creating as much friction as he could over her heart, his hand mirroring the gesture on her back.
    He lowered his hand over her breast, rubbing too hard to be considered tender, but neither one cared. Her nipple puckered like a bullet against his palm, the contact electric and satisfying to both of them.
    “Oh, yes, yes, don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice still thin from fighting the cold, her shivers calming more with each kiss and touch. “It’s so warm. It’s so perfect. I need this, Ben. Please.”
    He eased her head back to breathe warm air on her neck and down the bodice of her blouse, making her moan in gratitude as she arched her back and thrust her breasts closer to the source of comfort.
    His ass was numb, the cold biting through his whole lower half, but he refused to stop transferring warmth to her, rocking his hips for another point of contact against her. She rocked back, her body pressed completely against him, a single spot of fire in a dark, airless, icy cave.
    Every place he touched got hot. Her hands, bound by the tie, were trapped between their chests, their hips practically sparking from the friction. Aching for heat, desperate for the balm of warmth, he kissed her furiously and she gave it right back.
    His blood warmed, low in his belly, deep inside where his body didn’t know the outside was freezing. The beginnings of an erection shocked him, but she felt it and rolled against him, letting her tight skirt ride up her thighs so she could straddle him and he could swathe the sides of the sport jacket around her legs.
    “We’re in a ball,” she whispered, smashing her face into his neck again, tunneling her nose like a terrier in the dirt. “But not having one.”
    “Speak for yourself,” he teased, getting a miraculous bit of laughter from her.
    Very slowly, she lifted her face, rocking her hips from side to side, eyes widening. “Isn’t it too cold for that?”
    “Apparently a minute in sub-zero temperatures is all it takes with you.”
    A smile threatened. “Impressive.”
    “Worth living for?”
    Biting her lip and rocking again, she nodded. “Is my minute up yet?”
    “Not quite.” His voice was rough but his hand gentle over her breast. “Ten more seconds in paradise, farm girl. Make it good.”
    She did, kissing him again, dragging her bound hands lower to rub between their legs. Ten seconds might have been twenty, or even thirty. Might have been an hour and a half because with that kiss and this woman, time stood still. Everything burned, blissful, delightful, and warm . He touched her everywhere his hands could reach, up her thighs, cupping her ass, and sliding into her panties. There, his finger found slick, wet warmth.
    She groaned in pleasure as he slid into her. “Guess some liquids don’t freeze,” she whispered into his ear.
    As he dipped deeper, the heat finally reached his brain and he actually felt a cohesive, intelligent thought form.
    Liquids…freeze.
    He stopped moving, pulling away from the kiss, drawing his hand out of her, getting an unhappy groan in response.
    “Liquids freeze… and expand.”
    She stared at him, her blue eyes nearly black from arousal. “That’s sexy.”
    “They expand and can break… the lock.” He almost pushed her off him, but she was up as fast as he was. “We need water, Callie. We need to melt some ice for water, then figure out a way to get it into the lock. When it freezes again, it should break the lock.”
    It would take a half an hour, which would be about all she had left.
    She rubbed her arms, the effects of their kisses already gone. “How are we going to melt water in here?”
    He just smiled. “I can’t believe you have to ask.”
     
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