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her wanted him to stay there, so he wouldn’t see the naked longing in her eyes. But then that voice suddenly had strength, and it had her reaching her hands out to fist in the front of his shirt, pulling him toward her. He got a little tangled in her legs, and there was some awkward scuffling of animal feet out of the way, but he made it. He leaned over her, ran a finger down her cheek. He could see her from this distance, clearly, and his look told her that he liked what he saw.
    She counted seconds, hours, before his head finally tilted down toward hers. He was taking forever, making sure she was sure. Oh, she was sure. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and closed the distance between their mouths.
    And that was it. Her inner beast was unleashed, and she gave Andrew credit for keeping up. His hands roamed down her arms, up her waist, and she gasped and his tongue was in her mouth, battling her, matching her. She tangled her hands in his hair, dark and smooth, and held him close as he explored her with his mouth and his hands.
    She had a fever. She must. She was burning, and Andrew’s body lowering on top of hers was the only thing keeping her alive. She let go of her death grip on his hair to run her hands down his back, and he flexed under her touch. She moved up to his shoulders, down his arms—dang, this hipster was built —squeezing and caressing and arching into his touch. He slipped his hand under her sweater and she gasped again at the first contact of his skin on hers. He rubbed her belly, moving slowly—why was he going so slowly?—up to the edge of her bra. She was melting, twisting under him, squirming to get closer.
    Suddenly, Sniffer and Pepe were up and barking just a second before the doorbell rang.

Chapter 6
    â€œWhoever that is, they can rot in the ice,” Billie said, her eyes closed and her mouth an inch from his.
    â€œI don’t think that’s how ice works,” Andrew said over the insistent banging on the door that accompanied the doorbell.
    â€œUgh,” she grunted as she rolled off the couch. “Stay right there.”
    So he sat up, adjusted his pants, and tried not to make eye contact with PeeWee, who blinked at him from across the room. He heard shouts from the foyer, but they sounded friendly.
    PeeWee was making him nervous enough that he was just thinking about getting up to investigate when a woman appeared in the doorway, her coat dangling off one arm and an enormous red tin in the other. She was tall and blonde and looked vaguely pissed to find him there. Cats and women. He always struck out with cats and women.
    â€œOh, you have company.”
    Billie peeked over the woman’s shoulder and gave Andrew an apologetic smile. “Andrew, this is Katie.”
    â€œAnd Jack!” came a voice from the hallway.
    â€œAnd Jack. I forgot they were coming over today.”
    â€œYou forgot! We decorate cookies every year on Christmas Eve Eve! How could you forget?”
    A small-framed man, not quite as tall as Katie but just as blond, poked his head in the doorway. “Oh, I see how she forgot.” He pulled his gloves off and stepped toward Andrew. “Hi, I’m Jack.”
    â€œHi. Andrew,” said Andrew, shaking his hand.
    â€œI hope we’re not interrupting.”
    â€œYeah, Billie, what’s the deal?” Katie’s eyes hadn’t left his, although she still hadn’t said a word to him. “And where’s my wreath?”
    â€œCalm down, Katie. Andrew had a little accident, so he’s staying here tonight. He can help us.”
    Recognition dawned on Katie’s face. “Oh! You’re the guy who ran into the Cold Spot!”
    Jack raised his eyebrows. “You’re the one who can’t drive in the snow? I thought you’d be older. And less cute. Lucky Billie. And lucky you.”
    â€œKnock it off, guys. Give me those,” said Billie, taking the tin from Katie.