Snowbound With The Boss

“With a blizzard this heavy, the guys will just hole up at their homes and take a few days off. They won’t be expecting to work through it,” she said, then looked around the room.

It was filled with shadows that moved and shifted in the flickering light. “As soon as the snow stops and the roads are clear, we’ll get started on the renovations. The structure’s sound, but for needing some new shingles on the roof and some of the porch railings replaced. We’ll be working on the inside for now, of course, and move to the outside when spring finally gets here—”

“And we’re talking about work again,” Sean interrupted her. He’d noticed that whenever their conversations threatened to get personal, she “ran home to mama” so to speak and turned to talk of the job.

“Your fault this time. Besides, work is why we’re here,” she pointed out.

“No,” he argued with a wave of his hand toward the closest window that displayed a view of swirling white, “snow is why we’re here. We’ve talked about the job enough for today.”

“Well then,” she said abruptly, “what do you want to talk about?”

“Who says I want to talk at all?” he asked and gave her a slow smile.

She stiffened and her features went cool and dispassionate. What did it say about him, Sean wondered, that her reaction only fed the hunger gnawing at him? This woman’s obvious reluctance to admit to what was simmering between them only intrigued him further.

So maybe, he told himself, the secret to surviving close quarters with Kate was to go ahead and give in to the sexual tug happening. If they tried to ignore it, the next few days were going to be misery.

“Yeah,” she said, “that’s not going to happen.”

“Never say never,” he told her with a careless shrug. “We’re stuck together and I’m pretty damn charming.”

A hesitant smile twitched at her lips briefly. “I think I can control myself.”

“We’ll see, won’t we?” He was a man who loved a challenge. And Kate Wells was surely that.

“Right. I think I’ll bring in more wood.” She pushed herself to her feet and looked down at him.

“Thought we had enough.” He glanced at the high stack of split logs he’d already carried in and set beside the hearth.

“Can’t have too much,” she said, pulling her jacket on.

He knew a displacement activity when he saw one. She was trying to get some space, some distance from him, and damn if he was going to let her. “I’ll get it.”

“I can do it,” she said and left without another look at him.

Muttering under his breath about hardheaded women, Sean grabbed his jacket and followed. He walked through the mudroom and stepped out onto the wide, covered back porch in time to see Kate grabbing several big logs. “Let me get it.”

“I said I don’t need help,” she countered.

Sean came up beside her just as she whirled around to face him. Her elbow caught him in the chest, and he took a step back and hit the edge of the top step. Off balance, his arms windmilled as he felt himself falling and knew he couldn’t stop it. The fresh snow cushioned his fall and puffed up around him in a cloud. He was flat on his back, staring up at still more snow falling out of a steel-gray sky.

“Oh, God, are you okay?” Kate dropped the wood she held and reached out one hand to him. “I didn’t know you were there, really.”

Sean only stared at her. Snowflakes gathered in her hair, on her lashes, on the collar of her coat. Her hand was out toward him, and he grabbed it. But rather than take her help to get out of the snow, he gave a hard yank and pulled her down to join him.

She gave a half shriek when she landed on top of him, then immediately struggled to push herself up again. But having her body pressed along his felt so good, Sean was in no hurry to release her.

“What’s the rush?” he asked, mouth just a breath away from hers.

“It’s freezing.”

“Cuddle up, we’ll keep each other warm.”

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“You’re crazy,” she said with a shake of her head. Thick, heavy snowflakes kept falling all around them, landing on his lashes, his cheeks.

“And charming. Don’t forget charming.”

“Right,” she said, laughing. Damn it, he really was charming. Most men getting pushed into a snowdrift wouldn’t have been so nice about it—though he’d made sure to yank her into the wet cold just to keep things even. “Pulling me into the snow? Charming.”

He grinned. “You started it.”

She had. And now that she was lying on top of him, she couldn’t really regret it. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He slid one hand down her spine toward her behind, and her eyes flashed in warning. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

“Like I said. Crazy.”

“Kiss me once and we’ll get out of this snow.”

Kissing Sean Ryan was absolutely not a good idea. But oh, she was tempted. Tempted enough that she knew she’d give in if she didn’t move.

“I’m going in now,” she told him and pushed against him again, trying to lever herself up.

Sean held on to her. “One kiss. See if we can melt all this snow.”

Her gaze dropped to his mouth then lifted to meet his eyes. Temptation had never looked so good, she thought, knowing that she was in far deeper water than she’d ever been in before. No, she wasn’t some shy virgin. She was a widow. And the man she had loved and married had been nothing like Sean.

Sam Wells had been sweet, kind, soft-spoken. An easygoing man with a ready smile and a gentle nature. Kate wasn’t used to dealing with a man who wore arrogance and confidence like a second skin. And blast it, she couldn’t understand why she found him so...attractive.

Then, while her thoughts were muddled and her defenses down, Sean tugged her closer and closed his mouth over hers.

So much heat. It was a wonder the snow they were lying in didn’t melt into slush.

While her body lit up like a glowing neon sign, Kate’s mind flashed a warning. Melt snow? If he kept this up, Sean would melt her bones.

Pull away, she told herself. Stop this now. But she wasn’t going to stop and she knew it. It had been so long—too long—since she’d been held, kissed. That was why she was reacting so wildly to Sean’s touch, she assured herself. It wasn’t personal. It was simply a biological need that hadn’t been so much as acknowledged for two years.

But when his tongue tangled with hers, she had to admit, at least silently, that it was this man causing her reaction. Not just a kiss, but Sean’s kiss.

For a week, she’d worked with him, argued with him and, yes, dreamed about him. Now his hands were on her, his mouth was devouring hers and all she could think was more. This was so unlike her. So out of the realm of her ordinary world she had no idea what to do or how to handle it.

He broke the kiss, stared at her as if she’d just dropped out of the sky from Mars, then shook his head. “Well, damn. If I’d known what kissing you would be like, I’d have done it a week ago.”

Gazing into his beautiful blue eyes, she blurted out before she could stop herself, “I might have let you.”

One corner of his truly fabulous mouth tipped up. “Might?”