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handed her , then took a careful taste. She moaned as sweet, chocolately goodness burst over her tongue. Heaven.
    “Oh my God, this is amazing,” she mumbled,
sucking down more. She didn’t care if she burned her lips. The drink wasn’t
helping her cold legs, but the heat warmed her insides a little.
    John sat down near her toes and put a hand
on her ankle. “You’re still freezing, wow. Here, take these off.” He began
tugging at her wet socks.
    Liselle choked, almost spilling her hot chocolate. “What are you doing?”
    He had her socks off and was chafing her
pale feet between his warm hands before she could stop him. His hands felt
almost too hot against her cold flesh. She struggled, but he held her firmly,
fingers massaging up the arch of her foot. Liselle let out an involuntary gasp at the sensation and stopped trying to get away. He
didn’t seem disgusted by her damp skin. If he wanted to handle her clammy feet,
she wasn’t going to argue with him. She thunked her now-empty mug onto the side table and closed her eyes, savoring the near
pain of her feet coming back to life.
    “This isn’t helping,” John said, startling
her. He let go.
    “What? Yes it is. Don’t stop,” she
protested weakly, trying to sit up. It was impossible with her legs in his lap.
Her knee brushed against his thigh and he froze, giving her an indecipherable
look. She swallowed, worried she’d pissed him off, but he just smiled.
    “Hang on.” He put her feet down and stood
up, stripping off his sweater, which Liselle was
totally not expecting. She stared. He wore a black t-shirt underneath. She’d
never seen such a perfectly muscled chest up close like this. His biceps flexed
and she itched to wrap her fingers around them, but then he bent over, snagging
a blanket from a chest on the other side of the sofa, and she boggled at the perfection
of his ass.
    Holy
crap, he’s gorgeous . She flushed, heat racing
through her spine and she prayed he couldn’t tell she’d just been checking him
out, but when he turned back around and draped the soft fleece over her, he
seemed oblivious. She stared some more. The thin silver of a scar snaked down
his right arm, just peeking out from under his shirt. When he moved closer she
lost sight of it.
    Must be from when he was injured , she thought fuzzily, still distracted by the sight of his
spectacular ass.
    “Lean forward.” He tapped her shoulders.
    She stared at him, eyes drawn to the soft
skin on the inside of his wrist. God, she was totally losing it.
    “Your core temp is probably still too low.
Lean forward so I can sit behind you.” He patiently tugged on her arms until
she did as he asked. When he slid in behind her, she shivered violently as the
warmth of his body hit the chill of her body.
    “Oh my God, you’re so warm,” she said,
trying not to lean back.
    He chuckled. “Lean back on me before you
break something.” He eased her down and she let herself slump against his
chest. He put his long, strong legs around the outside of hers.
    “You don’t have to do this,” she said,
feeling like she was burning up and freezing at the same time. She could feel
his perfect muscles all along her back and butt. She didn’t know where to put
her arms. And was that his cock, or was she imagining things ?
She tried not to squirm.
    “ Shhh .” He tucked her feet under his and took her hands in his palms,
running his fingers over hers. “You’re freezing. I should have done this first
thing.”
    She trembled as his voice rumbled in her
ear. She wasn’t sure anymore if it was from cold, or from the unexpectedly
pleasurable contact with a gorgeous man who wasn’t out to hurt her.
    “Why are you being so nice to me?” she
asked again, fidgeting. She tried to ignore the way his chest felt against her
back, but it was impossible. He was hard and warm and so very, very
comfortable.
    He sighed. “Okay, honestly? I feel like a
jerk.”
    She frowned, trying to crane her head
around and