Page 42 of Baby, It’s Hotter Inside

I blink up at him. “What do we do? Can we turn the generator back on or something?”

He looks like he’s trying not to roll his eyes at me. Yeah, even cold and befuddled by sleep, I can annoy Luca. Like I told him earlier. It’s my superpower.

“Sure,” he says. “If you want to hold the flashlight for me, we can go stand out in the blizzard for an hour or so while I figure out how to turn the generator back on.” He pauses for a beat while I imagine how fucking miserable that would be. “Or we can share body heat until morning and I can go do it once the sun is up.”

Share a bed? Is he insane? Am I dreaming? I’m not sure that dreaming me would have the imagination to completely conjure the amount of musculature that Luca is working with. His body—what I can see of it—is a work of art.

He’s shirtless and wearing only a dark-colored pair of boxer briefs. Holy habanero, he is literally sex on legs.

“I thought you said we wouldn’t have to sleep in the same bed,” I snap.

“I said there were two beds. But the power is out and the snow hasn’t stopped.” Without waiting for me to agree, he flips up the covers and slides into the bed next to me. “Hate me tomorrow, baby doll, tonight, I need your body to warm me up.”

Hearing him growl the words, I need your body floods my pussy with moisture again. Have I always been this easy?

But then there he is, enveloping me in warmth as his huge, hard, nearly naked body snuggles next to mine.

“Wouldn’t we be warmer if we both layered on some clothes?” I ask.

“No. Skin to skin will warm us the fastest.”

The deep timbre of his voice right up against my ear is so intimate and close. This feels so unfamiliar and foreign, and yet something about it feels so completely safe and perfect. I shove that thought away so I don’t have to analyze it too deeply.

“I checked the temperature in my bedroom and it was already forty degrees.”

“Snuggling for necessity,” I say.

“Exactly.”

His lips are so close to my ear and my nipples tighten. The weight of his arm wrapped around my body holds me tightly to him, me the little spoon to his big spoon.

For a moment the rightness of how this feels takes my breath away. I am meant to fall asleep in a man’s arms. I feel that in my bones. I just need to find him.

chapter twenty-four

Luca

I wake up and I’m so warm, it feels as if my skin is on fire. Jackie and I are wrapped up in each other, our limbs tangled together in a cocoon of blankets. My dick is so hard nestled against the ripe curve of her body, it’s a wonder I haven’t come all over her in my sleep.

We’re facing each other now and her arms are around me, her hands against my bare skin. Every single nerve ending is on alert, waiting for when she’ll wake up and realize that it’s me she’s cuddled so closely with.

Until then I keep myself still, only allowing my eyes to move to further enjoy the experience of holding this woman.

Her shirt has shifted in her sleep and exposed the creamy expanse of one shoulder. I want to lean forward and nibble and lick at her skin, taste her, learn her sounds.

She whimpers and arches her body into mine. Her face tilts up and her lips press into my neck.

Diamond hard nipples dig into my bare chest, and I want to strip her naked. Boldly, I slide a hand up her stomach to cup one of her tits. The weight is heavy and full against my palm and the erect point begs for more attention.

“Luca,” she whispers, her voice heavy with sleep and lust.

Goddamn, I want this woman. I lean down and seal my lips over hers, slicking my tongue across the seam of her mouth. She opens to me and then it’s a slow fucking of our mouths. Tongues pulsing and flicking and stroking.

My hand continues stroking and teasing her breast and nipple.

She rolls her body so she’s more on her back, then tugs on me to follow. I settle myself into the cradle of her thighs, dropping the weight of my body onto hers, never breaking our kiss.

I can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties and my boxers. I rock myself against her as I lick into her mouth. She groans and hikes her legs higher against my hips.