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didn’t spill them. “Get the bricks if you want to warm your feet.”
    He grunted. “Don’t want to get back out of bed.”
    She lifted her eyebrows. “Then keep your cold feet away from me.”
    “You were so good about warming me up before,” he teased, surprising himself with his own lightheartedness. When was the last time he’d teased anyone?
    “Yes, well, that was mutual,” she retorted saucily.
    He chuckled and dug into his stew. He’d never eaten in bed with a woman before, never even considered it. But with his feet thawed and his belly filled and warmed, he couldn’t imagine himself anyplace else.
    “I’ll get the dishes,” she said when they were done.
    “You’re still not dressed. I’ll do it. And I’ll bring the bricks this time.”
    The cabin hadn’t warmed up much, so it must be damned cold outside. He placed the bowls and cups in the sink and rinsed them with her pump as she instructed, then collected the hot bricks she’d set by the fire, wrapped them in cloth and carried them back to jam at the foot of the bed. He climbed back in, placed his feet against the heat, and found his arms full of luscious woman.
    “Did the meal restore your strength?” she asked with a bat of her eyelashes.
    His cock had been half-hard since their meal. “I believe it did.”
    She gripped the opening of his shirt and pushed it down his shoulders. “Good.”
    She captured his mouth with hers and lifted herself over him, pushing him back on the bed.
    “One thing,” he managed, and reached up to pull the pins from her hair, tossing them to the floor beside the bed. Her hair fell in a heavy mass around her shoulders, the deep color contrasting with her pale skin. He threaded his fingers through it, the calluses of his hands snagging on the silky waves.
    She allowed his attention for a short time before she bent to brush kisses along his jaw, then his throat.
    “So rough,” she murmured.
    “I bought shaving supplies.” Her bare pussy rested over the open fly of his pants, and he wanted to push up, push into her, but she seemed to have an agenda.
    “Doesn’t matter. I like it.” She nipped the flesh of his throat with her teeth, then continued downward, fingers spearing through the hair of his chest, rubbing up and down.
    He watched her face as she moved to touch his nipple with her tongue, and he flinched at the strange sensation. Did it feel like that for her? But she didn’t linger, her hair trailing across his chest as she kissed his belly. Her breast brushed against his erection, now painfully hard, and when he gasped, she shifted so his cock rode in the cleft between her breasts. She looked up at him, eyes dancing wickedly, and pressed a kiss to his navel.
    “Maddy,” he managed, then his mind went blank as she opened her mouth over the head of his cock and drew him deep. He was awash with sensation as her tongue glided down the underside of his length, as her lips closed softly around his girth, sucking gently. She lowered her head and he watched more of his cock disappear between those pretty lips. Her eyes drifted closed as if she was savoring the tastiest of treats. She rose to circle her tongue around the rim of his cock, teasing the tender flesh at the base of the head before she took him deeper. The tip of his penis tapped the back of her throat. She hummed a breath around him, then he pressed farther into her mouth, into her throat, and her lips closed around the base of him, her fingers cupping his balls.
    He shouted her name again, his hand tangling in the hair at the back of her head as he struggled not to pump into her mouth.
    Slowly she lifted her head, dragging her lips and tongue along his length as she did so.
    “Do you want me to finish?” she asked, her voice sultry, her hair pooled in his lap, her lips swollen with her ministrations.
    Knowing it was selfish, but needing to know what it would be like to come in her mouth, he nodded shortly. She smiled and settled between his