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The reminder of how cold she still was made her start shivering again. He brought her closer, tucking the coat around any exposed skin. His back was against the cave wall, which she was sure was icy. But he didn’t show any sign of weakness.
She started to wonder just what kind of machine Colton was. Built by the United States government, trained as a weapon and used to protect.
Another shudder rolled through her—this time it wasn’t from the cold.
“Tell me about your…past. Something good,” she urged.
The wind howled so long and loud, flapping the tarp over the animals, that neither of them could hear if the other spoke. At the front of the cave, the horses and cow crowded together, braced against the storm. Their bodies blocked the worst of the wind from rushing through the cave.
After several minutes, the scream of the wind died down, allowing him to speak. “I don’t know anything good about me, Meadow. I told you before—if it weren’t for me, your brother would be here.”
* * * * *
Meadow was looking for some tales to distract her from their situation. Colton couldn’t blame her for that.
But what made him bring up the brother she’d lost?
The skin-to-skin contact felt amazing. Her use of his chest as a pillow left his skin warmer than it ever should be in their current state.
Her breath washed over his flesh. “Then talk about yourself.”
A lump lodged in his throat. “Not much good to tell there either. I had a rough past. I was either going to end up in jail or the Navy.”
Her fingers curled against his skin, sending more heat into him. He was plenty warm, but he wasn’t about to leave her to freeze. Holding her this way was the best choice.
“That sounds like a big story,” she said.
He grunted.
“We’ll start small. What’s your favorite color?”
Stunned, he looked down at her. She tipped her head up to meet his gaze. “What kind of question is that?”
“One you ask when you’re trapped in a cave during a storm. Weren’t you ever a Boy Scout? Play along, Colton.” Not only was she giving him sass but her teeth didn’t seem to be chattering anymore.
He let out a sigh. “Fine. It’s green.”
“Green is nice. Mine is blue, like the sky in the morning.”
He pictured it—the pale hue mingling with the fog that wreathed around the mountains before it burned off and the sun rose fully and the color of the sky deepened.
It was also so damn close to the color of Meadow’s eyes that he nearly searched them just to see if he was right.
She shifted in his arms, making him achingly aware of her soft breasts pressed against his chest. He had dreams about those breasts and sucking her nipples until she pulsed around the fingers he’d buried in her pussy.
When she rocked her hips, he was certain she felt how goddamn stiff he was.
“Favorite food?” Her tone was a bit breathless.
“Steak.”
What he wouldn’t give for one of those right now. And a blow job too.
The vision of her sweet lips wrapped around his thick cock, stretching wider as she took him all the way into the back of her throat had his balls throbbing.
“Mine is ice cream.”
For a moment, he drown in that imagery—her tongue flicking out to gather a bit of white cream—
