Unwrapping His Mountain Package

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her soaking wet white shirt and trying to curl her legs beneath her. Maybe a saint would’ve immediately gone to cover her, or honorably looked away.

…But I was no fucking saint.

My eyes dragged over her, from those long, bare legs, up her creamy white thighs, across the swell of her ass in that little black thong clinging wetly to every damn millimeter of hidden heaven between those thighs. My eyes slid higher, over her hip, up over the soaking wet white t-shirt. Her arms shifted, and I groaned to myself as I caught a glimpse of tempting pink nipple poking rock hard through the see-through shirt.

Those ruby-red lips twisted, her gorgeous face pouting and those hazel eyes still glaring at me. I knew what she thought I was. And fuck, she was half right. But she was wrong as hell about me knowingly taking her someplace like that. I was not in the business of trafficking unwilling, half-naked girls to pay off mob debts. No fucking way.

“Fine, believe what you want,” I growled, pulling my hungry eyes away from her as I reached over the front seat to the dash. I punched a button, turning on the emergency battery and cranking the heat. I opened one of the storage spots in the side door and yanked out a blanket, tossing it to her even if my cock wanted nothing more than to keep her almost bare, perky tits and tight little ass as uncovered to me as possible.

“Believe me or not. But you need to get warm or you’re going to be in trouble.”

She grabbed the blanket from me wordlessly, her eyes still glaring daggers at me as she draped it over herself, hugging it tight. The heat started to blow out from the vents, and I could see her start to relax a little. I shrugged my coat off, biting back a shiver of my own. Fuck, I hadn’t gone out prepared for that snow either, and my jeans and henley shirt were soaked with melting snow.

“Was that an avalanche?” she finally said, her voice quiet.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Are we going to die in here?”

I looked up. There was a cold fear in her eyes, and fuck, it did something to me. That nakedly vulnerable look was like the first chink in the armor of sass and nut-kicks that she’d had up since the second I opened that door, and it sent my pulse beating faster.

“No,” I growled, shaking my head. “We’re not. We’re off the fucking road, out of radio signal, and without a cell phone, but we’re not going to die. I can get us dug out, and this truck is built to take a fucking beating and keep on going. But I can’t do anything until it stops snowing.”

I realized I was shivering, and I grunted, turning and reaching over the bench seat to another storage locker. I grabbed dry sweatpants and t-shirts, and then sat back down and reached for my belt.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” she hissed sharply.

I grinned.

Knew that’d get her attention.

“Calm down. I’m changing out of my wet clothes. You should do the same.”

“If you think for one fucking second that I’m going to take my—”

“I think if you want to stop shivering, you’ll damn well take your fucking clothes off and put these on.”

I shoved a second pair of my sweatpants and another of my t-shirts into her lap before I started yanking my jeans down. The girl gasped quietly, her face going red as I tugged my pants down. My shirt was next, and I grinned as I caught the hot blush on her face as she turned away.

I contemplated taking my boxers off too, and giving her a real show, but I restrained myself.

“Get your damn wet clothes off and put those on.”

She glared at me, watching me intently as I slid the sweatpants on and tugged them up. I pulled my dry shirt on before turning and arching a brow at her.

“I could help if you need me to—”

“I’m fine,” she grumbled, pursing her lips and blushing as she pushed the dry clothes under the blanket. She tugged at her soaking shirt, pulling the blankets up to her chin and making me and my half-hard cock only guess at how sweet those full tits I’d only gotten a glimpse of were. She pulled the dry shirt on, giving me just the briefest flash of her bare side before she tugged it down. Her hands pulled the huge pair of my sweatpants up her legs.

“There. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” I muttered as I reached under the seat. I pulled out the little hot plate and ran the cord into the converter on my dash hot. I reached back under and pulled out two cans of chicken noodle soup, and grinned to myself when her brow went up.