Wrapped in You by Kate Perry Read Free Book Online

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    “Mental,” she said as she did a slow circle, shaking her head.
    Something cold splattered on her back, dripping down into the back of her pants. She screeched and whirled around.
    He packed another ball of snow. “I probably failed to mention this, but I’m a champion snowball fighter.”
    She arched her brow as she bent down to gather her own. “You have trophies, do you?”
    “I hold the title.” He threw another at her, hitting her square on the chest.
    Sputtering, laughing, she launched her own snowball. It hit him on the shoulder, making him yowl.
    She smirked. “Is that all you’ve got, Mr. Snowball Stud Muffin?”
    “This is war,” he said as he threw a barrage at her.
    Laughing, she dodged some, vaulting her own.
    She’d just hit him with one on the side of his head when he charged her and took her down to the ground. He twisted so she landed on him, but he reversed them immediately so she was caught under him.
    She shrieked. “It’s cold!”
    “No kidding, Gertrude.” He lowered his head. “But I’ll warm you up.”
    The moment his lips touched hers, she forgot about the cold and the wetness her pants were soaking up. She swore the snow under them melted and begin to steam, the kiss was so hot.
    When he finally lifted his head, he looked as dazed as she felt.
    “Knickers,” she blurted.
    He blinked blankly. “Knickers?”
    “In the bag. I bought knickers. Lingerie, more precisely.”
    He glanced down at her chest.
    Her nipples peaked under her shirt, from his gaze and not the cold. “I’m not wearing it now.”
    “What are you wearing now?”
    “Nothing.”
    He blinked. “You’ve really been commando every time we’ve met?”
    “Yes.”
    He swallowed audibly. Then he hauled her up. “You keep trying to distract me. We have a snowman to make.”
    She faced him, rubbing her hands together. Now that she wasn’t touching him, she could feel the cold. She should have bought gloves. “So what do we do?”
    He blinked at her. “You’ve never made a snowman before?”
    “That’d require spending time outside.” At his incredulous look, she shrugged. “I prefer spending time with my computer.”
    “When I was a kid, Mom used to insist that I go outside and play, but I’d take a notebook and handwrite code for whatever program I was working on.”
    She shrugged. “My mum thought I was reading in my room, but I’d hack into the school system and adjust my grades.”
    “I already knew you were perfect, but now I have proof.” He grabbed her by the scarf and kissed her hard but brief. “Come on, I’ll show you how to do this.”
    He showed her how to pack a snowball, and then they rolled them around until they had three varying sizes.
    “How do you know how to build a snowman?” she asked as he stacked one large snowball onto a larger one.
    “I grew up in Iowa, but you know that because you checked up on me.” He winked before he continued. “There wasn’t anything else to do in the winters, except tipping cows. If I were home right now, that’s what I’d be doing. How about you?”
    “What about me?” she asked, setting her smaller snowball on top.
    “I’d be tipping cows in Iowa during a normal holiday break. What would you be doing normally? If you were at home and your boss hadn’t sent you the holiday list from hell?”
    “I’d hole up at home and watch action movies.”
    Mason perked up. “We should have a movie night. We can watch holiday classics, in keeping with the theme.”
    Trudy groaned.
    “Come on. You, me, and It’s a Wonderful Life ?” He nudged her. “You know you’ll have fun.”
    “Right.” But he was right—she would. Even a corny movie would be better than being alone in her hotel room, especially if it were with Mason.
    “Done,” he declared, rubbing his hands together. He nodded at their creation. “What do you think?”
    She walked around the snowman, though at a foot tall it was more of a snowdwarf. “It looks like a