Page 64 of Major Love

I twist the key and ease the door open, glancing over my shoulder to find his eyes on mine.

And from the way that he’s shoved his giant hands in his front pockets, I can tell that he’s waiting for me to make my move. To choose what happens next, in case my emotions are too fraught to start something right now.

Unless he’s shoved his hands in his front pockets for a different reason entirely…

I swallow and avert my gaze, cheeks flushing pink at the prospect of what might be happening between those muscular thighs right now.

Because Jason may be gentle and sweet with me but, at the end of the day, he’s just a man.

And right now I can see his needs clear as day as his chest rises and falls.

But before I can say anything he backsteps with a nod – silently telling me to stay inside and not let him follow.

“Get dried off,” he says, refusing to look any lower than my mouth, probably as aware as I am about the soaked state of my skin-tight jeans.

“Okay,” I whisper, pulling off my ear-muffs, just so that I have something to do with my hands that doesn’t involve dragging him in here by his belt loops. “I don’t even know how to say thank you for what you did today,” I rasp quietly, even though we both know exactly how I want to say thank you to Jason.

He shifts his boots and averts his eyes, rolling his shoulders as he leans against the doorjamb.

“Don’t thank me, baby,” he says quietly. “Just take care of yourself tonight.”

I inhale shakily, feeling light-headed, but I know I need to quell my rising libido, so I slap my mitten over the light switch, hoping to snap us out of this situation.

But instead of bringing the cabin into a swathe of warm light, the bulb flashes for a moment and then completely cuts out.

That gets our attention.

Jason blinks down at me as my eyes slide back toward the panel on the wall.

“Uh…” I tentatively reach toward the switch with my mitten once again, hovering a millimetre away from it before giving it another slap.

Nothing.

I flip it both ways about ten more times and then my eyes are flying to Jason’s, who is realising exactly the same thing that I am.

“Check the fridge,” he demands, striding into the living room as I race to the kitchen.

We try out as many of the appliances as we can find and, in less than a minute, he’s standing beside me again.

I flick the coffee pot that I’d prepared for him just this morning, and we both watch it in silence as absolutely nothing happens.

Then I shuck off one of my mittens and gnaw nervously on my thumb.

“The power’s out,” I whisper.

His large chest heaves. “Yeah, it is.”

Chapter 16

Jason

Nothing makes a woman more off-limits than when she’s suddenly relying on you in a blizzard-induced power-outage.

Things were about ten seconds away from getting out of hand on Casey’s porch, and I’m pretty sure that Sunday’s electric cutting out was an act of divine intervention. Partially because it stopped me from trying it on with her too soon, but also because it’s given her a huge distraction.

She’s still shaken and cold from almost getting stranded, but now she’s also a little excited. Seeing as she can’t stay at Casey’s cabin with no light or heat, she’s now riding shot-gun in my truck as I take her to my place.

She changed out of her soaked puffer jacket but she’s still in those snow-speckled jeans, and she’s got her cowgirl boots crossed toward me as I steer my truck out of Main Street.

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