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“Do you want to watch it?” I asked, my loins already tingling with desire for her.
“Mmm—hmm,” she murmured in the affirmative. “It’s my favorite, and I’ve not seen it for a long time.”
“All right,” I said. I started to roll over, but a twinge in my bruised hip suggested if I wanted other exercise, I’d better take it easy. “Maybe you could put it in?”
She hopped off the bed, all lithe grace. I could see panty lines that indicated she’d put on a pair of those barely-there panties under the satin pajamas. It was going to be like unwrapping a gift package.
She was shivering by the time she got back to me. “Why don’t we snuggle under the covers while we watch this one?” she suggested.
I wanted to see her. It had been dark in the car for our first time, and she’d been nervous at her grandparents’ house, so that had been me having a good time making her uncomfortable. I know. Doesn’t say anything good about my character, but she was just so fun to tease!
In the car, on the way to the wedding, she’d been mostly obscured by that ridiculous dress. I really should have done more than looked at the purchase price, the name of the modiste, and the catalog illustration.
But she had worn it well, and under all those layers, she had been so hot and ready. Just the memory created warmth in my loins.
Now, I had her all alone in my great-grandfather’s cabin. I had truly hoped for a fashion show, modeling the underwear we had picked up. But it was too cold for that. I might. . .no, I was a cad of the first degree, but I was not truly cruel. There was nothing sexy about goosebumps.
So, a small disappointment. But the cold in the room encouraged snuggling, which certainly had its appeal.
“There’s grapes, strawberries, and more cheese in therefrigerator,” I called out. “You could bring them back with you?”
“Sure,” she said, opening the refrigerator door. As she bent over to rummage in the vegetable and fruit drawer in the fridge, I got a good look at her luscious, round bottom and those enticing panty lines.
Yep. She was wearing the skimpy underwear — the ones that were scarcely more than a triangle of lace and some strings of elastic.
When she stood up and turned around, her nipples had hardened in the cold and were clearly outlined by the satiny top.
I didn’t get long to look, however, because she padded quickly across the cabin floor, unceremoniously plopped the goodies on the table, and nearly dove under the blankets.
Her feet touched my thighs, and I drew in a sharp breath. They were like two blocks of ice with tiny frozen toe pebbles attached. “Next time, put on your slippers,” I growled, “That floor is cold.”
“I noticed,” she sniped back at me. Then she added, “Could it be getting colder?”
I thought about that. It could get colder, that was certain. “It might. But we should be fine. The propane was topped up, and we have the stove for backup if the furnace goes out. But if you are really worried, we have plenty of blankets, and I think I can find a way to keep us warm.”
Chapter nineteen
Kandis
I shivered as I brought over the fruit and cheese, started the DVD in the DVD player, and poured the last of the wine into the sipping cup. I could feel his eyes on me. I had his attention.
I wished I had felt bold enough to wear the baby dolls. The lacy crop top would have revealed more than it concealed, and the boy-leg panties were cut so high on the leg they only served to make the wearer look, well, all leg so to speak.
I was cold enough as it was. The cold satin slid across my skin, making my nipples harden into rock-hard pebbles, and not in a good way. I wasn’t sure I could even feel my feet.
With the video running, I hurried to get under the covers with Richard. His sharp indrawn breath told me just how cold my feet had gotten while I got us set up for the last movie.
I hid a grin by snuggling under the covers and tucking myself under his arm as the movie began.
I’d watched it so many times that I scarcely needed tolook at the screen as the story unfolded. Gradually, Richard’s warmth seeped into my back.
As it did so, I became aware that his breathing had sped up and that his penis was engorging against my backside. It was an odd juxtaposition between the 1940s squeaky-clean movie and the gentle seduction that began with Richard slipping his hand up under my shirt and running his thumb over my nipples — which had finally warmed up enough to relax.
As he did so, they hardened again, sending a sharp electric thrill through me. It seemed to hit my central area and spread into a pool of warmth. I tried to lie still and not react, but he began a slow rotation of his groin against my backside. My brain might be saying “no, no, no,” but my body began saying “yes, yes, yes.”
I gave up trying to ignore him, turned in his arms, and offered my mouth up to his for kissing. He obliged with a slow, gentle kiss. It was a gentle, teasing caress, an invitation rather than the hot, hard claiming that his previous kisses had been.
He began the slow work of undoing the buttons on my shirt, so I returned the favor by undoing his. There was an awkward moment when we were both semi-trapped by the garments, but he helped me out of the sleeves of my top, then I worked his off him.
