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they would feel like on her bare skin. She shivered, feeling girly and gooey.
    And ridiculous. Like a teenybopper receiving attention from the boy on whom she had a secret crush. Only Ben was a long way off from being a boy, and Willow’s waking libido was all needy woman.
    “Hold on to me.”
    Hyperaware of their intimate position, her legs pressed around the muscled length of his, her chest close to his back, she struggled to breathe properly. She placed her gloved hands on his waist, fisting his jacket as he started the engine.
    “Ready?” he called back to her.
    “Ready.” The word ended on a breathless squeal as Ben shot forward, the momentum sending Willow’s butt backwards on the smooth seat.
    Ben stopped immediately and curved one arm around, pressing her lightly on her back. “Like glue, Will.”
    Inching forward, Willow did what she’d wanted to do since seeing him. She snuggled up to his back, re-aligning her legs behind his and wrapping her arms around his waist so they crossed over his abdomen. She swallowed her sigh of satisfaction.
    “Don’t let go.”
    Never she thought. Then they were off again. This time Willow clung to Ben like second skin, glorying in the feel of him in her arms, her breasts crushed against his back, the wind rushing by as they sped through trees as Ben took them deep into the forest.
    Several minutes later, curiosity got the better of Willow and she eased her death grip on Ben to peer around. Unused to wearing a helmet, she clunked hers on Ben’s when he went over a small bump. “Sorry,” she shouted, feeling like a moron.
    “Are you doing okay?” Hecalled back, sounding more concerned than irritated.
    “Just can’t see very well.”
    His chest rumbled under her hands in a low chuckle and he slowed. “Sorry. I was too anxious to get you alone. You can sit up if you want, but keep a tight grip on me.” He covered her hands with one of his, as if she needed the reminder, and gave them a squeeze.
    Willow knew she was all leg, and because of the size and breadth of Ben’s torso, she couldn’t see over his shoulder. Now she straightened and was able to turn her head. Ben guided the snowmobile through a clearing, the dimming sun reflecting sharp and bright on the pristine snow. She might have felt bad about marring the smooth surface, but she was having too much fun.
    Several more minutes and a zillion more trees passed before they came to a stop some distance from a dropoff. Ben shut off the powerful machine and they sat in companionable silence, gazing out over the valley that lay in snowy hibernation before them.
    Willow scooted back when Ben raised his helmet. “I wanted to show you this. How beautiful winter can be up here in the mountains.”
    She lifted off her own headgear and rose on shaky legs. “Oh.”
    Ben steadied her, caught her close, one arm around her shoulders, the other at her waist. “Sorry. I should have warned you.”
    His face filled her vision. “N-no problem.”
    He brushed her hair off her face. Conscious that she no doubt had helmet hair, she raised her own hand to run it through for some lift. “It’s probably all flat.”
    Evidently Ben didn’t agree. He bit off his glove and threaded the silky strands through his bare fingers. “It’s beautiful. Like a warm, welcoming fire. So many glowing colors.”
    Willow’s cheeks flushed. She loved her hair and always thought it her best feature. Now, looking into Ben’s appreciative gaze, she wished she hadn’t cut it so short. “It used to be longer, but then I usually had it in a bun or braid.” Good, Willow. Because that sounds so sexy .
    “It suits you.” His fingers whispered over her hair, drifted light as a feather down over her cheek, her jaw. Her lips. “As do these.”
    Her breath hitched. “Yeah?”
    “Oh, yeah.” He closed the distance until their breath mingled. “I’m going to kiss you now, Will.” He hesitated, his lips less than an inch away, as if giving her time to