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Our lips part as we gasp for fresh air. The cold air burns as it fills my lungs. My heart hammers my breastbone as my pulse races out of control.
“You need to get out of those clothes before you freeze to death,” he growls as he works his jaw.
“Only if you’re helping.” I study his eyes for any sign he’ll reject me.
“Help me up, Honey Bea.” His eyes glint with mischief and fire.
“You need me, huh?” I tease as he releases my hands. I position my knee carefully between his legs, so I don’t injure the boys and offer him a hand as I plant my feet in the snow.
“More than you’ll ever know.” He takes my hand. “You have the key to my heart, Honey Bea.”
His words rip through me, tearing my insecurities to shreds. I’m the keeper of his heart.
CHAPTER 8
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Bea
As soon as Roman is on his feet, he scoops me into his arms and carries me into the cabin with my legs dangling like a ragdoll. I wrap my hands around his neck and hold onto him without a care in the world.
I nuzzle into his neck, lightly kissing his stubbled jawline, thoroughly enjoying the “me, Tarzan, you, Jane”act. My sweatpants sag even further down my backside, leaving half my butt exposed to the cool air. But I don’t care. I don’t plan on having them on for long anyway.
“You can put me down now,” I giggle as we enter the kitchen. “Unless you plan on carrying me everywhere from now on.”
“Not a bad idea.” He squeezes my mostly bare bottom as he skirts the dining table. “Easier to keep you from getting into trouble.”
“Trust me.” I nip his earlobe. A giddy tremor ripples through me. I could get used to the diva treatment. “You’re the only trouble I’m interested in.”
We pass through the kitchen and living area, but Roman doesn’t stop until we reach the bathroom.
“Fastest way to get you warm is a hot shower.” He deposits me on the cold bathroom counter, looking away briefly to open the tub’s water valve. “Now off with your pants.”
I kick off my shoes and socks, then lift my ass as he tugs at the water-logged pants. His fiery eyes flit across my bare legs, dark and brooding. When they reach the apex of my thighs, a twinge of excitement rolls through me like a mini tornado winding up for the big storm.
He runs his hands over my calves, gripping me gently in his mighty grasp. His fingertips graze the back of my knees, tickling the sensitive area.
