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back. “If you want—”
    “No.” I wrap my legs around his waist and yank him back on top of me. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”
    He grins and kisses me again, even more passionately this time. After a moment, his hands slide between us and he unbuttons my coat. His fingers glide up my body, finding my breasts through my sweater. They’re much fuller since I had Ramona, and he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He finds one of my nipples through the wool and squeezes it, and I moan. I raise my hands to his hair and wind my fingers through it, keeping his face against mine. He shifts his hips, grinding against me and pushing me back against the snow. It’s beginning to soak through my jeans, but I don’t care. I tighten my legs around his waist and raise my hips against his.
    He groans against my lips. He pulls back, but my grip on his hair keeps his mouth close to mine.
    “I want you,” he growls.
    “I want you, too.”
    He gives a short laugh. “No. I mean I want you. Right here.”
    “I know.”
    That’s all he needs to hear. His hands move down between us, and I let my legs fall, allowing him easier access to the fly of my jeans. He unzips me and then begins to tug the fabric down my hips. I raise my body to help him.
    The cold air is a shock against my skin. And when I drop back down to the ground, I gasp as my bare bottom hits the icy snow.
    Ward sits up immediately. I’m afraid he’s going to stop, and I’m about to argue, but before I can say a word, he grabs me and pulls me up into his lap.
    “Sorry about that,” he says with a smile as his warm hands brush the snow from my bottom. His voice drops as his lips move to my ear. “I’ll make you warm again.” His mouth dances across my ear, then down the side of my neck. I take the opportunity to drop my hands down to his lap and open his jeans.
    He makes a very animal sound when my fingers touch his cock. And then he twists me around on his lap so that I’m facing away from him and his chest is against my back. It only takes a moment of repositioning, and then I’m slowly sinking down onto him.
    His breath is hot and heaving at my ear. I lean back against him, reveling in the feeling of him being so deep inside me. We might be surrounded by cold and snow, but his heat is everywhere—around me, in me, warming me from the outside in and the inside out. And I welcome the invasion.
    His arms slide from my hips up my body, finally coming to rest on my breasts. I move on top of him—not rising and falling in quick, desperate strokes, but shifting slowly in circles, letting my hips slide back and forth without letting an inch of him leave my body. I want him deep, warming me and being warmed by me. I want to be connected in heat while the world around us is ice.
    He groans and kneads my breasts. His teeth graze my earlobe. I tilt my head back against his shoulder and continue rocking my hips back and forth. His own hips begin to thrust slightly, trying to go still deeper, trying to join us still more fully.
    We move against each other, our motions becoming a little more urgent with every passing second, our hot breath clouding the air in front of us. My body starts to tighten, to tense slightly on top of his, and one of his hands drops from my breast to slide between my legs and find the sensitive nub there. I make a small sound of pleasure when his finger begins massaging me.
    From somewhere beyond the haze of our lust, I’m suddenly aware of someone calling us.
    I close my eyes, trying to drown out everything but Ward and his delicious, invasive heat, but there it is again—Lily’s voice. Calling my name.
    Ward hears it, too. He curses.
    “Don’t stop,” I hear myself whisper. I can’t bear to pull away from him right now.
    But he doesn’t even need me to tell him that. His finger begins to move more insistently against my clit, and his other hand drops to my hip. His thrusts become a little more aggressive, a little wilder.
    And I allow