Page 12 of Trapped

“The fire’s gone out.”There should have been more alarm in my voice as I noticed the cinders, but the warmth of his body was so consoling that it didn’t seem to matter.I rose over his chest, squeezing his dick, which was still lodged inside me.“Should I put another log on, sir?”

“You’ll do no such thing.”An impish smile met my gaze.“I need your body heat.’

“But, sir?”

Giving in to the tug of his arms, I relented and folded back over his hard body with a sigh.It wasn’t such an ordeal to be flush against the man who’d just rocked me to the stars, but some distant part of my head was aware that my concern was valid.The cabin needed a heat source if we wanted to stay alive.

“We need a plan.”

My fingers brushed over his chest hair, imploring him to see reason.The magic we’d carved out in the dusty wooden lodge was truly a joy, but nothing more could bloom from the dynamic if we didn’t survive the frozen onslaught.

“I know.”His attention flitted to the roof as though the answers to all our problems resided there, but they didn’t.I had already checked.“We need to save the firewood as much as we can.If the temperatures outside stay below freezing, then the snow won’t thaw, and that means we’re stuck here.”

My lids fell closed at his gloomy prognosis.I understood that he was right, but hearing the words aloud was gloomier than I’d imagined.

“We need to eat too.”

I sensed the hesitation in his voice, the quandary obvious.If we didn’t eat, we’d never stay warm, but with such little food left, it was another resource to be rationed.

“I have fruit in my bag.”

Twisting toward the rucksack, I recalled how close I’d been to abandoning him and missing out on the recent intimacy.I’d been so determined, so hellbent on getting away and finding Chelle, but between his palm and the ice, there’d been no choice but to cede.

Breathing in his spicy scent, I wondered how I’d have fared had I had the opportunity to leave.Bravado liked to think I’d have made the hour-plus trek in my woefully ill-prepared outfit, but experience warned of a different outcome.I thought I’d been worldly wise enough to survive Chelle’s invitation, but I knew without Eli’s guidance, my chances of still being warm and alive would have been significantly reduced.As much as I wanted to dismiss my inexperience, it showed.I hadn’t even brought adequate waterproofs with me when I’d packed.

“So, now youwantto stay, little girl?”His wry tone drew my focus back to his face.

“I still want to get out there and make sure Chelle’s okay,” I told him.“But let’s just say you made sticking around more appealing when you stopped telling me what to do and let me ride your cock.”

“What makes you think I’ve finished telling you what to do?”His lips twisted.“I was clear about how this is going to work.”

“You’re impossible.”Breaking free of his embrace, I slid from his tempting cock.“I’m just saying, I prefer this to the spanking.”

“Sure.”Shaking his head against the pillow, I sensed he was holding back what he wanted to say.“I remember how much you hated that.”

“Ididhate it.”Climbing out of the bed, I found my feet, suddenly conscious of how cold the cabin had become while we’d been entwined.“You had no right.”

“We’ve been through this.”He rose to full height beside me.“You got what you deserved, little girl.”

“You’d better be joking.”His inherent gender bias was maddening, and naturally, the fact that I found his old-style macho behavior simultaneously arousing only compounded the problem.“There’s no way I deserved to be treated that way!”

He smirked, turning to tug the top cover from the bed.“Here.”Draping it around my shoulders, he wandered past me, all bulging biceps and ripped abdominals.“Save your body warmth.”

“Don’t change the subject,” I hissed, trying not to allow my stare to linger on his muscular back as he fell to one knee in front of my pack.The man looked good enough to eat.

“I’m looking for food.”He didn’t even glance up as he yanked my bag open.“What fruit did you bring?”

“Eli.”My hands balled into fists as I gripped the blanket closer around me.

I appreciated the cover and his concern, and I realized I’d just suggested what to eat, but his ability to deflect from the most important topic of conversation, second only to the matter of our survival, was enraging.I adored the sexy chemistry between us, and especially the way he’d started to open up, but I couldn’t abide his take-charge approach when it could see me face first over his thighs.

“Want to rephrase that, little girl?”Peering up at me, one of his dark eyebrows arched, daring me to defy him.I didn’t need to ask what my so-called insolence would likely earn me; my racing heart sped up as if to confirm the point.

Give me strength!Is that what they taught him in spy school?

Biting back on my frustration, I blocked out his smug stare.There I was trying to discuss my physical welfare, and he was trying to change the subject.If the guy had genuinely worked in espionage—and he certainly seemed to be a potential candidate—then how had that worked?I couldn’t imagine him throwing an asset over his lap if they didn’t agree to his terms.

“Do you really think what I call you is the most significant issue right now,sir?”My pussy clenched beneath the blanket, aware how much I liked the label, even if I wasn’t prepared to admit it aloud.

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