Snowed In

“If you won’t let me give you the jacket,” I said, “at least let me cover you with it.”

His teeth were chattering. His hands were icicles. I felt horrible.

“It’s too small for us both,” he shivered.

I pushed him back, stretching his lithe body across the length of our little ice cave. Before he could say anything else, I lay down on top of him.

“Then I’m covering you with myself.”

I left the jacket open, so our bodies touched. Immediately I could feel my heat being transferred to his cold, hard torso. It s

ucked, but only for a minute or two. With the jacket over us, we began actually generating some heat of our own.

“Better?” I asked.

He smiled. “Much.”

We were hip to hip, chest against chest. Our faces were just inches apart.

God, he’s beautiful.

He really was. High cheekbones. A strong nose. I loved the thickness of his hair, the bushiness of his brow. The strong, masculine curve of his jaw…

His arms went around me, shifting me a little tighter against his body. Somehow I fit perfectly against him, like we were two halves of the same mold.

“We’re gonna make it,” I whispered abruptly. “Right?”

Every exhale was a little puff of white smoke. His breath. Mine. They mingled together as we talked, as we breathed, our lips practically brushing in the confined space.

“Yes.”

He reached out and began stroking my hair. Softly. Slowly. Pinning it back behind my ear in a way that always soothed and calmed me.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” he smiled, squeezing me reassuringly around the waist.

We shifted again and his lips touched mine. Actually touched! I could feel the moisture of his hot breath. The heat of his face, the tickle of his beard…

“Good,” I smiled back.

Then, on a whim… without even knowing how, or why…

I leaned in and kissed him.

Six

MORGAN

It was extremely hot, kissing in the dark. Making out with some total stranger, my body pressed up against his, while mortal danger raged just outside.

What the hell are you doing Morgan?

I completely ignored the stern voice in my head as our lips pressed wonderfully together. They churned insistently, rotating with a slow sensuality that grew more intense as we began nibbling, biting and kissing in earnest.

I felt his tongue, probing its way past my lips. Normally I might’ve shrunk back from the boldness of it all, but for some reason I parted my teeth and accepted him. This guy… this strange, beautiful guy. He was a fellow skier. A fellow student, all the way from home. We’d traversed the ocean and climbed mountains together, only to burrow into some dark hole in the snow and make out like crazy.

But I didn’t care. Not about my safety, or about the cold, or about the storm that raged outside. All I cared about at the moment was the hardness of his warm, gorgeous body. The feel of his chest, his arms, his legs…

All of it, pressed up against me. Out of necessity, yes. But also out of desire.