Over the River and Through the Woods by Lacey Weatherford Read Free Book Online

shoulders, I naturally turned into his kiss, clinging to his body as he slowly leaned me back onto the floor. His weight sank against me and I welcomed it eagerly, basking in the feeling of being in his loving embrace. His tongue traced my lips and I opened my mouth, letting him invade my senses as I desperately clung to him.
    “Lissy,” he whispered again, raining kisses across my face. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me. I’ve wanted you for so long, in every way imaginable. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” His lips traveled down my neck toward the swell of my breasts showing above the tucked in towel.
    Sucking in a breath, I struggled with my emotions—torn between wanting to remove the towel so he could continue his path across my body, and wanting to stay true to the values I’d held so strongly for my whole life. He pressed a kissed on my shoulder and I let out a small yelp, pain coursing through me.
    Eyes filled with concern, he examined me. “I’m sorry. You’re bruised here. Probably from the seatbelt. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
    He drew away, pulling me up to a sitting position.
    “As much as I’d like to continue, I think it would be best to table this until we both feel a little better. With all we’ve been through today, our emotions are running high and frankly, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck now that I’ve quit moving around.”
    Nodding, I understood what he meant. It wouldn’t be right for us to rush into something while we were caught up in the moment with everything we had felt and experienced. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, we were two souls lost in a world that only contained us. Things could look different in the light of day or whenever we were rescued from this place.
    The sky was darkening already, our hike through the snow to get here taking the better part of the day. I was sure our families were beyond worried by this time and I felt bad, knowing our absence would be ruining their Christmas Eve parties.
    “I can’t believe it’s still snowing,” I said, glancing toward the door and noticing, for the first time, the wad of newspaper shoved into the hole Micah had created.
    “I know. I bet there’s easily another foot out there since we wrecked.”
    “There’s no chance of them finding the car tonight, is there?”
    “I seriously doubt it; and even if they did, I doubt they’d send anyone out searching until the morning. The weather conditions make it unsafe right now.
    “Are you warm enough to move to the couch? It would be a little more comfortable than the floor.”
    I nodded and he stood, offering me his hand and helping me up before grabbing the blanket off the floor and wrapping it back around me. “Hey now. That’s not fair to you,” I complained, instantly missing his warmth. “There’s room in here for both of us.” Holding the blanket open, I invited him in and he lifted it away from me, stepping behind me and then wrapping the two of us up together, curving his arms around my body.
    “Let’s skip the couch and scrounge for some food in the cupboards. Maybe they have something edible here we can eat, before we delve into our stash. I’m starving.”
    “That sounds wonderful,” I agreed, pausing to retrieve his small flashlight from where he’d left it on the table. We shuffled, as one, toward the kitchen. Taking the light, he slipped an arm out and began checking some of the upper cupboards while I checked the lower. “Cereal!” I practically shouted, excited about my find and grabbing the unopened box of Peanut Butter Crunch.
    “I seriously doubt we’ll find any milk in this place.” He glanced to where the fridge sat unplugged with the door cracked slightly open to keep it aired out.
    “I don’t mind eating out of the box.”
    “Yeah, me either. That kind is pretty tasty plain. Besides, as the saying goes, beggars can’t be choosers, right? Let’s keep looking and see what else we can find.”
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