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until he tensed and poured
into her, friction and passion and adrenaline most welcome
cabinmates.
    A
blast of cold air cut her pleasure short as Jeremy arched his back
up, still in her though fading, and planted one kiss on each of her
achingly pert nipples, the peach nubs fused into near steel by the
cold.
    “ Are
you crazy?” she squealed, hopelessly flailing to find the cover’s
edge with hands too short to reach. A smack on that beautifully
rock-solid ass was her only defense.
    “ Crazy
about you.” With a simple twist and grab he pulled the covers over
them, a shiver that made him fall out of her taking over that
never-ending body, so male and tall and relaxed—a mixed message of
humanity she enjoyed getting to know.
    Cuddling
under the covers, they sat in silence, Jeremy blowing puffs of air
that turned to translucent white clouds.
    “ Holy
shit. I didn’t realize it was that cold.”
    “ October
in Maine. It could snow.” A light punch on the shoulder made him
laugh.
    “ If
it snows, does this cabin have a fireplace?”
    “ Wood
stove.”
    “ Coffee
maker?”
    Lydia
pointed to the tiny “kitchen,” a table with a mini-fridge,
microwave and a coffee maker. “Yep. Mom put them in a few years
ago.”
    “ Coffee?”
His hopeful tone made her laugh.
    “ Something
from the grocery store. I’m sure she stocked a small can.”
    “ Then
I have everything I need.” A light kiss on her nose made her heart
swell.
    “ No
beer.”
    He
pretended to clutch his heart. “Dealbreaker! I’d have to go out
in the snow, then.”
    “ You
have to go anyhow. Talent show, remember?”
    Propping
up on one elbow, he turned to her, a half-smile stretching his face
from amused to perplexed. “Your dad is really gunning for me to be
in this thing.”
    She
couldn’t help it—the laughter came. “He does that to everyone.
Don’t take it personally.”
    “ Why
does he want me to eat marshmallows shot out of someone’s nose?”
    “ It’s
a litmus test.”
    He
cocked one eyebrow.
    “ If
it’s too gross, then don’t—”
    Jeremy
snorted. “I’ve eaten way worse in Southeast Asia.”
    “ Then
a snot-covered marshmallow shouldn’t be too bad.”
    “ Will
your brothers promise not to beat me up if I do it?”
    “ My
brothers? You’re afraid of them?” she scoffed.
    “ Not
afraid, but that Miles…”
    “ Miles
is a big baby.”
    “ Emphasis
on big .”
    “ He’s
your size!”
    “ That’s
big to me. Iceland freaked me out. You live most of your life
avoiding eye contact on general principle and find it easy because
everyone’s shorter than you. And now you throw not one, but two men my size my way…”
    “ Wuss.”
    “ I
punched a guy out for you! How can I be a wuss?”
    He
had her there.
    Another
cold blast. Geez, the guy didn’t understand Maine weather. Who
wasted perfectly good body heat like that?
    A
guy who’d spent the better part of ten years in the tropics.
    So
why wasn’t he cold? The crisp, cold air seemed not to bother him in
the least. Which was good, right? It boded well for the future.
    Whatever
that might be.
    The
rustle of kitchen supplies and then, within a minute, the beginning
gurgles of a coffee maker made Lydia deliriously happy on top of
being ridiculously satisfied.
    “ There’s
no cream or sugar in here, so I hope you’re okay with black,”
Jeremy said, walking from around a large hutch in the single-room
cabin, completely naked and holding two hot mugs of coffee, and
shivering.
    “ Are
you insane?” she said, enjoying the eye candy. “Everything’s
smaller in the cold, isn’t it?”
    “ Hey!”
He recoiled, as if offended. “I resemble that remark.” He looked
down. “Really resemble that remark. Now get over so I can get under
the covers.” Setting the hot mugs of coffee down on the end table,
he scurried under, ice-cold hands sliding between her thighs, making
her yelp. “Consider that payback,”
he growled, and then nipped at her neck.
    His
thighs pressed