Chapter 6
DONOVAN
Iwas fucked.
Fresh out of options, I accepted Emily’s offer to stay in her cabin.
Driving in this mess would not only be reckless, but incredibly stupid.
The roads were sure to be icy with as cold as it had gotten.
Even with four-wheel drive, it was too risky.
But spending the night with Emily? That was downright dangerous.
“Let me grab my coat, and we’ll head out,” Emily said, slipping out of the room and returning a moment later, pushing her arms through the puffy sleeves. I retrieved my duffle from the closet where Vance had stashed it for me after I changed into the Santa suit.
It was a short walk to the cabin, but I was shivering by the time Emily pushed the door open and we slipped inside.
She flipped the switch on the wall, and soft, buttery light filled the room.
The space was quaint and cozy, with a small kitchenette, table with two chairs, a sofa tucked in one corner, and an antique fireplace.
And there was only one bed.
Yep, I was fucked alright.
Had she thought this through when she invited me to stay?
I eyed the sofa skeptically. There was no way I could sleep on it without needing a chiropractic adjustment when I woke up.
It was at least two feet shorter than me.
Maybe she’d planned on sleeping on it and giving me the bed.
That wasn’t going to happen. This was her cabin.
She was just letting me crash here to ride out the storm.
A third possibility had my heart racing and my breath catching in my throat.
Did she intend to share her bed with me?
I let out a groan and dropped my head. There was no way I could resist touching her if she let me into her bed, and not only because it was a double, but because I’d been itching to touch her all night.
Could we really sleep in a bed together and not have our hands all over each other?
I could tell by the way she looked at me she hadn’t completely gotten over her crush.
I’d always known. The way she blushed every time she looked at me and stumbled over her words.
It was endearing ten years ago. Now, I wondered if the flush staining her cheeks extended all the way down her naked body when she was turned on.
And that made me wonder what shade of pink her nipples would turn if I sucked them into tight peaks.
Tension filled the air between us, and her chest rose and fell in a pant as though she could read my thoughts. I had to distract myself from the near painful arousal those images had conjured.
“Does this, uh, fireplace work?” I asked, motioning toward the small stack of wood on the hearth, desperate for a distraction.
“Yes,” she breathed, and the sound went straight to my dick.
Damn, I would never make it through this night without a raging case of blue balls.
I walked to the logs and arranged them inside the firebox.
Locating the matches, I started a fire, busying myself with a task so I wouldn’t think about all the dirty things I wanted to do to my best friend’s sister-in-law.
“Would you like a drink?” Emily asked, holding up a beer.
I accepted it with a thanks, and she popped the tops off two bottles before motioning to the sofa.
It was small, so even though I tried to keep my distance, there wasn’t much space separating us, especially when she turned to face me.
She propped an elbow on the back of the couch and brought one leg up on the cushion, crooking her knee.
It nearly brushed my leg, but I tried to ignore her close proximity and that scent that drove me wild all night.
She smelled like a sugar cookie, and I was dying to take a bite.