Special-needs teacher Kayla Johnston writes off any shot at New Year’s Eve romance when she’s summoned to a fundraising event for her school at the remote estate of a wealthy would-be-donor. But when a massive snowstorm hits and Kayla careens off the road, the sexy stranger who rescues her brings to mind cozy fireplaces and steamy midnight kisses…among other things.
Reclusive entrepreneur Ryan Langford may be missing his own fundraiser, but being marooned in a cabin with Kayla beats ducking a room full of people after his money any day. Too bad she’s so irritated with the ” gazillionaire” who ruined her New Year’s Eve that he feels like he has to lie about his identity. But when the sparks fly and they fall into each other’s arms, Ryan knows he’s made a big mistake. Will she be able to trust him once the snow melts and the truth comes out?
She tilted her head and he took great advantage of it. He moved in for the kill, taking her in a kiss as powerful as it was tender. Desire erupted in her, faster and hotter than ever before. She’d meant to take this slow, enjoy a nice leisurely kiss, maybe cuddle and chat for a while, but the fire he’d ignited made patience impossible. She wanted more, now. He felt the same, if his heartbeat hammering under her fingertips meant anything. She felt him shift and then one hand was at the hem of her blouse.
Dimly, the part of her that wasn’t jumping up and down in glee over tonight’s turn of events realized that he was about to slide his hand up her shirt. Was she okay with that?
While her brain thought it over, her body went ahead and decided for her, melting into him with a sigh. Yes, she was definitely okay with it. He eased away from her lips and flicked her bra open. She sighed as he ran his fingertips along the silky skin over her spine. She arched like a cat. The action pushed her breasts hard against his chest, and she reveled in the touch she’d wanted desperately without even knowing it.
His hand moved around her rib cage and she leaned back to give him access to her breasts. “Is that a hint?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” She was beyond embarrassment. Her body hadn’t gotten this kind of expert attention in…ever, and she wasn’t about to deny herself what she craved now.
She squeezed her eyes shut, dying for the feel of his lovely hands on her breasts, when an electrical buzz interrupted the quiet. His hand froze. Her eyes flicked open. She wanted that hand to resume its torturously slow path to her nipple and give her what she needed.
“Shit,” RJ muttered. She blinked. That was not the sound of a man swept away by passion.
“The power went out.”
She looked around. The floor lamp had gone dark, and the house was utterly silent except for the crackling fire. No hum of a refrigerator or furnace. “So? We don’t need lights,”
she said, and then flushed. Ooo-kay. That had sounded eager, if not desperate.
Don’t mind me, said her heretofore-undiscovered slutty side. I don’t care if the house falls down around me as long as I can get my sexy on.
He laughed, which made her blush harder. “If we have no power, we have no heat. I’d better check the breaker box.” He gave her a last kiss and headed toward the back of the house.
Whoa. Time to take a deep breath and settle down. She refastened her bra and pulled the blanket tighter around her.
She hated the interruption, but maybe it was for the best.
They needed to slow this down a little bit, talk to each other, regardless of how her lady parts felt about the situation. They were all for jumping this guy ASAP, but she didn’t let them make important decisions.
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