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see his face. “Why would you feel like that? You’ve been nothing but
kind to me.”
    He put a hand on her forehead and tucked
her into his neck and she stopped trying to see his expression. He smelled like
chocolate laced with a bit of smoke from the fireplace. God, he was warm. She
swallowed, trying to calm down the arousal surging through her. Her squirming
pressed the seam of her jeans against her pussy uncomfortably, but she wasn’t
about to move now. John was not only the nicest man she’d ever met, he was also
the most solidly built one, and here he was cuddling with her. Willingly. She didn’t have to bribe him with a blow-job or a
home-cooked meal or anything. It was enough to make her question her sanity. Maybe
I’m dreaming , she thought.
    “My sisters didn’t tell me you were coming
until I’d already arrived for dinner. I wasn’t really happy about it. I’m still
pissed at your brother, even though he’s dead. I was afraid you’d be like him,
and I couldn’t have been more wrong. So I feel like an asshole.” He sighed into
her hair, his fingers idly stroking over the backs of her hands. “Then when you
explained a little about what growing up had been like for you, I had to face
up to the fact that my initial impression about you was completely wrong. And mostly due to my own sense of frustration.” He smoothed
her hair down, tucking a strand behind her ear. “I’m sorry.”
    She shifted, still trying to get her legs
warm. Stupid wet jeans , she thought. “You shouldn’t apologize for
feeling protective. I had no idea what to expect, either.” She shrugged, then froze as the movement pushed her ass into his groin.
That was definitely his cock.
    He sucked in a breath and moved his hand
to her hip, holding her still. “Easy. We don’t want to damage anything here.”
He sounded both amused and strained.
    “Sorry, sorry,” she choked out, going
rigid.
    “Hey, calm down. No big deal,” he
murmured.
    His voice in her ear was not helping. She tried to relax and bit
her lip, holding as still as she could, but she was still chilly. A violent
shiver wracked her body. Her hips pushed into him, despite her best efforts. He
grunted and she flushed hot with dismay as she tried again to stop moving.
    “I can’t help it, I’m still really cold,”
she muttered, hooking a hand over the back of the sofa to give herself something safe to hold onto. How the hell could she
still be freezing when a beautiful, amazing, sweet man was holding her against
his insanely hot body? She wished she could thump her head against something
hard. Repeatedly. Until she had
control of herself again.
    “Hey, it’s okay. Relax,” he said, pulling
her hand back down into the blanket. He laughed, dropping his face into the
nape of her neck. “I’m the one who should be apologizing to you.”
    “What? Why?” she asked, biting her lip
again. Maybe the pain would keep her from injuring the poor man.
    “Uh, well, I’m just trying to warm you up
and my body is giving me a hard time,” he said, voice taut with some unspoken
emotion. “Because you’re really beautiful.”
    She stopped breathing. He thought she was
beautiful? “What—” She had to clear her throat and try again. “You think I’m
pretty?”
    She could almost hear him frown.
    “You don’t think you are?” he murmured,
tracing a finger over her cheek.
    She shook her head. She was in her
forties. Guys did not think women her age were pretty, particularly not
when they were a bit plump and somewhat short. It was a rule, or something.
    “That’s crazy. You are. You have gorgeous
hair, so long and shiny it moves like water through my fingers.” He demonstrated,
picking some up and letting it slide to her shoulder. “And your skin is pink
when you’re warm and you smell like vanilla. And you’re soft and curvy in all
the right places.”
    She shivered again, trying really hard to
believe she wasn’t hallucinating from hypothermia.
    He continued.