chest. “I came back because I thought…”
“That was dangerous, Sim.” He cut her off, his lips brushing over her forehead. “You’re one brave lady.”
She gave in as he lifted her hips tight to him and entwined their legs.
“We’ll stay warmer this way.”
“Is this how you shared body heat with the guys in the military?”
“Fortunately, I never had opportunity to find out,” he told her. “Your fingers are cold. Put your hands under my sweatshirt.”
Heat rolled off him like a furnace, and she curled into that warmth. The stiff rasp of his stubbled chin abraded her forehead. She didn’t mind. “Oh, that’s better. Thank you.” She slid her flat hands along his ribs and around to his lower back. He sucked in a breath.
“Jesus, woman, you’re hands are colder than I thought.”
“My entire body is cold, Seth,” she said. Following the heat of his muscled back, she wedged her fingers in his waistband. He made no protest and rubbed vigorously up and down her back, down her hip cupping her bottom until the entire length of their bodies touched. Strangely enough, it was the least sexual thing she’d ever felt. Glorious heat moved through her skin from his large hands. “You give off serious heat, Seth,” she muttered, her face buried in his neck.
“You’re like an ice box, lady. You need more body fat.”
“An insult wrapped in a compliment,” Simone muttered. “How long do you think we’ll be in here?”
“I don’t know, but I’d say we’re safest in here for now.”
Simone flexed her fingers along his waist. “The first guy’s accent wasn’t German.”
“He was a Scott. The second man was German.”
“Very,” she added. “Your accent is thicker though.”
“I’m Russian, not German.”
She blanched at the soft bitterness in his tone. She’d seen it before when she met Kim. She would tell her it came across as rude. Lumping a person into a group because you’re too unconcerned to ask where they are from. Simone rubbed a hand up his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. “In America you get accustomed to hearing English even with people from other countries. Even now when my girlfriend speaks Hindi, it startles me. It takes a minute to register an accent when I can’t see a face.”
“Don’t apologize, Simone.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were,” he insisted.
She angled her face up brushing her lips across his chin. Stubble rasped her skin. It felt oddly nice. A great contrast from Ronald’s ever GQ appearance. Never letting himself enjoy life, always striving for the next promotion. Stubble represented him finding enough peace with her to let go and enjoy the moment. Seth liked to tease her, which showed another level of comfort between them.
“Seth, I think you argue with me to keep your body temperature high.” Had those few seconds of comfort with him brought on her heat?
“I’m arguing so I don’t kiss you again. Now close your eyes and be quiet or I will.”
“You kissed me out of frustration. I took out your guy back at the shanty. Next time use your elbow. You get more mileage out of your hits that way.” She felt his Adam’s apple slipping up and down as he swallowed. The gentle whisper of a tongue being drawn over a full bottom lip made her body tense. Had she ever noticed all that in the light on any man? No.
“Your father must be one patient, tolerant man to have taken you camping, Sim.”
She touched his face. “Hey…” she started.
He pressed into her. “Shh. Go to sleep.”
She looked past him through the branches covering the entrance. “No, Seth, it’s snowing, harder now.”
He leaned away from her. The cool air immediately found her, stealing his body heat and ripping a chill through her. Seth cursed under his breath, and whatever language it was had too many consonants and not enough vowels for Simone to come close to figuring out what he said.
She cupped his shoulder, getting his attention. “Still don’t
“That was dangerous, Sim.” He cut her off, his lips brushing over her forehead. “You’re one brave lady.”
She gave in as he lifted her hips tight to him and entwined their legs.
“We’ll stay warmer this way.”
“Is this how you shared body heat with the guys in the military?”
“Fortunately, I never had opportunity to find out,” he told her. “Your fingers are cold. Put your hands under my sweatshirt.”
Heat rolled off him like a furnace, and she curled into that warmth. The stiff rasp of his stubbled chin abraded her forehead. She didn’t mind. “Oh, that’s better. Thank you.” She slid her flat hands along his ribs and around to his lower back. He sucked in a breath.
“Jesus, woman, you’re hands are colder than I thought.”
“My entire body is cold, Seth,” she said. Following the heat of his muscled back, she wedged her fingers in his waistband. He made no protest and rubbed vigorously up and down her back, down her hip cupping her bottom until the entire length of their bodies touched. Strangely enough, it was the least sexual thing she’d ever felt. Glorious heat moved through her skin from his large hands. “You give off serious heat, Seth,” she muttered, her face buried in his neck.
“You’re like an ice box, lady. You need more body fat.”
“An insult wrapped in a compliment,” Simone muttered. “How long do you think we’ll be in here?”
“I don’t know, but I’d say we’re safest in here for now.”
Simone flexed her fingers along his waist. “The first guy’s accent wasn’t German.”
“He was a Scott. The second man was German.”
“Very,” she added. “Your accent is thicker though.”
“I’m Russian, not German.”
She blanched at the soft bitterness in his tone. She’d seen it before when she met Kim. She would tell her it came across as rude. Lumping a person into a group because you’re too unconcerned to ask where they are from. Simone rubbed a hand up his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. “In America you get accustomed to hearing English even with people from other countries. Even now when my girlfriend speaks Hindi, it startles me. It takes a minute to register an accent when I can’t see a face.”
“Don’t apologize, Simone.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were,” he insisted.
She angled her face up brushing her lips across his chin. Stubble rasped her skin. It felt oddly nice. A great contrast from Ronald’s ever GQ appearance. Never letting himself enjoy life, always striving for the next promotion. Stubble represented him finding enough peace with her to let go and enjoy the moment. Seth liked to tease her, which showed another level of comfort between them.
“Seth, I think you argue with me to keep your body temperature high.” Had those few seconds of comfort with him brought on her heat?
“I’m arguing so I don’t kiss you again. Now close your eyes and be quiet or I will.”
“You kissed me out of frustration. I took out your guy back at the shanty. Next time use your elbow. You get more mileage out of your hits that way.” She felt his Adam’s apple slipping up and down as he swallowed. The gentle whisper of a tongue being drawn over a full bottom lip made her body tense. Had she ever noticed all that in the light on any man? No.
“Your father must be one patient, tolerant man to have taken you camping, Sim.”
She touched his face. “Hey…” she started.
He pressed into her. “Shh. Go to sleep.”
She looked past him through the branches covering the entrance. “No, Seth, it’s snowing, harder now.”
He leaned away from her. The cool air immediately found her, stealing his body heat and ripping a chill through her. Seth cursed under his breath, and whatever language it was had too many consonants and not enough vowels for Simone to come close to figuring out what he said.
She cupped his shoulder, getting his attention. “Still don’t
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