His brows drew together. “They don’t.”
“Then where’s your shirt?” I asked.
“You’re wearing it.”
And that was when I realized I was naked under these blankets, wearing nothing but this man’s flannel shirt.
Heat crept to my cheeks. How had I not been aware when he undressed me? I saw my clothes now, including my sensible bra—not a lacy, cute one—and my granny panties, draped over a chair near the fire. I frowned, pissed as hell at myself for my lingerie choices this morning.
But how was I to know that a gorgeous man was going to be undressing me later that night, after rescuing me and taking me to a cabin in the woods—I glanced around—with onlyonebed?
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern marring his ruggedly handsome face. Then he was at my bedside. “I thought you were warming up.”
“I...I am.” But just as I said it, I realized I was still very cold, like my bones were frozen from the inside.
It was possible I may have let my teeth chatter a little more than was necessary though, because he wordlessly climbed onto the bed and got under the covers with me, wrapped those strong arms around my body and pulled me close. Had he done this earlier? Surely, I’d have remembered if he had.
“Mmmmm.” He was soooo warm…and this felt heavenly.
“Better?” His lips brushed the edge of my ear and I shivered. He must have thought it was from the cold because he held me even tighter.
“Much.” I nestled the back of me to the front of him, quite aware that my ass was pressing against a very hard part of him. I mean, all of him was hard, but you get the picture.
With all this rustling around, the shirt I was wearing—his shirt—had scrunched up past my hips. If I were a good girl, I’d pull it back down, putting one more barrier between us. It would be the smart thing to do—thesensiblething to do.
But I was not a good girl and left it exactly as it was.
“Was it worth it?” he murmured, lips against my hair.
For this? A laugh burst from my throat. It was hard not to think that it wasn’t. “Well, I did find some beautiful moonstones.”
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then.”
I softly elbowed him and took the opportunity to snuggle in deeper. “How did you know I was even trapped in that cave?”
Travis explained how he’d been on a run with his pack when a bedraggled Sarah had stepped out of the woods. “I wish you two had read the tide table better,” he said, a light note of reprimand threading through his husky tone. “You could have been hurt. Or worse.”
I stiffened. “Have you seen that little booklet? It’s extremely confusing.”
When he didn’t immediately agree with me, I pressed my cold feet to his bare ankles and he jumped.
“Heaven’s Moon, woman! Your feet are like ice cubes.”
I snickered. Served him right. “Then admit it.”
“Okay, okay, it’s confusing.”
I started to move my feet away, but he hooked his foot around mine and kept them close.
At some point, his warm, broad palm had slipped to my hip, mybarehip. If I twisted just so, his hand would be right there. My breath caught in my throat as he grazed his thumb over my skin like he was waiting for something to happen and was just biding his time.
Meanwhile, liquid heat was building up inside me, and I realized I wasn’t cold anymore. “Your guidebooks on this island are something else.”
“Myguidebooks?” He chuckled again and the sound rumbled through me. “Don’t blame your poor map-reading skills on me.”
So, we were back to that, were we?
Indignant, I turned to face him. His lips were inches from mine, and something dark moved behind his eyes, igniting more warmth between my legs.
