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“No need to be embarrassed. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Please, don’t want to. Because the more she does, the more I think about how sensitive she must be. How I could make her come so quick and so hard it’d bring tears to her eyes. Orgasms are a great cure for cramps, after all.
She gives herself a shake and finally meets my gaze. “I’ll give them back.”
I lift a shoulder. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s get back to the cabin before I freeze my balls off.”
Her giggle makes me clench my jaw, and I turn before I lose my damn mind.
We start the long walk back, her usual chatter gone, and I think it’s probably the exhaustion from everything. But. . . I also think I’m starting to miss it. Suddenly, I want to fill the silence with questions to get her talking again.
We’ve got to get out of here before I do something really insane, like beg her to let me worship at her feet.
The whole situation has me irritable by the time we’re back inside, and I’m stoking the fire. I can feel my frown pulling at my lips and creasing my forehead. This never would have happened if I hadn’t agreed to help her in the first place. I knew it was a bad idea and should have listened to my instincts. Something told me she was bad news when she first showed up on my doorstep, and like a fucking idiot, I let her talk me into it with her big smiles and promise of a fat payday. I thought I was better than other men, but apparently, the years I’ve secluded myself haven’t changed a damn thing. Give me a woman with generous curves and one night alone with her, and everything I’ve been telling myself about staying celibate has flown out the window.
Kenna flops down on the cot with a groan. “I would kill for a mocha right now.”
“I’d kill for a burger.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I’m a vegetarian.I want a mountain of eggplant Parmesan. Seriously, I think I could eat an Olympic pool filled with it. Then I want to refill it with Rocky Road ice cream.”
I snort but file these details away out of habit. I certainly don’t give a damn what her favorite foods are. Really. “I should have pegged you for a bunny food lover,” I say, the words coming out more biting than intended.
But she doesn’t seem offended. If anything, she smiles a little. Seriously. What the hell is wrong with her that my normal defense mechanisms don’t work? “If I weren’t cramping like a mother right now, I’d hit you with something,” she murmurs.
Studying how her smile turns into a frown and her brows pinch, I say, “You should take some of the medicine. I’ll get it.” She starts to protest, and I give her a look as I retrieve it from her pack. “You need it too.”
Lifting a shoulder, she says, “I’ve had worse.”
“I’m sure, but you’ll take it and not argue for once in your life.” I give her some water and the pills.
She takes them with a pained smile. “Thanks. I guess you’re right. I just didn’t want you to get another fever or something and need them.”
“I’ll be fine.” I watch to make sure she takes them and nod a little when she swallows deeply. Then she opens her mouth to show me they’re gone. Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips, and I nearly groan. I force myself to spit out my next sentence. “But we won’t be if we don’t get out of here soon.”
I notice how pale she is and how dark the smudges under her eyes have gotten. “I know. We’re still so far from anything, though. Got any ideas? ’Cause I’m all out of them, to be honest.”
Clearing my throat, I say, “I studied the map some while you were sleeping. There’s an old Jeep trail not far from here that should lead into town, but it’s a long way. If we walk for a bit and get closer to town, I'm hoping we’ll run into a search party or someone with a truck where the roads are probably clearer.”
She bites that fucking lip again. “What about your leg? Should you really be walking on it again?”
“I’ll manage. We should rest up tonight and then head out at first light tomorrow.” The sooner we get back, the better. I don’t know how many more nights I can spend next to her before seriously considering making my fantasies a reality.
“If you’re sure, then let’s do it. That mocha is calling my name, and I don’t know about you, but I could really use a shower.”
“Why don’t you get some rest?” I suggest. “You look like hell.”
“Any other day, I’d kick your ass, but I’m still exhausted.” She plops down on the cot and is out like a light the second her head hits the pillow.
Instead of sleeping, I stay my ass awake, keeping an eye on the view outside the window, both to ensure no one followed us. . . and so I don’t spend the night staring at her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KENNA
We’ve gotto get out of these mountains before I further embarrass myself. As a grown woman, you’d think I wouldn’t be self-conscious about getting my period. But I’ve also never gotten it while stranded with a man who looks like Thor’s dark-haired, bearded, grumpy older brother. My cheeks flame with embarrassment, but luckily we’re hiking through the snow again, so the cold camouflages it.
And if we die on this trek trying to find our way out of here, at least I won’t have to face giving him back his underwear.
Fuckmy life. Seriously. Fuck it all.
