Alone With Liam

Alone with Liam By Jessica Jarman

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Alone with Liam Copyright © 2011, Jessica Jarman Edited by Christine Allen-Riley Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-401-7

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Electronic release: September 2011

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

To Brian—there’s no one else I’d rather be alone with.

Chapter One

If she didn’t die, she was going to resort to murder instead of writing about it. Erin Harrison gripped the steering wheel and leaned forward to peer into the relentless snow bombarding her poor car. Not that it helped one iota. She could barely make out the road in front of her. The tire marks, illuminated by her headlights, were quickly filling with the horrid white stuff. Why had she listened to Penny? Her best friend had reassured her that the weather was going to be clear, that it was a perfect weekend for a cozy winter getaway with the ladies at the cabin. Yeah right. Erin should have foreseen this. Really, Minnesota in December? It wasn’t rocket science. Of course, she wouldn’t mention that when she ripped Penny’s hair from her scalp. She breathed a small sigh of relief when she came upon the narrow road leading to the cabin. It would’ve been so easy to miss in this shit if the road hadn’t been plowed recently. Penny’s husband, Ryan, must have been out with the truck, though Mother Nature was quickly messing up all his work. She peered into the whiteness. Time crawled slowly as she wound her way along the curvy path. When she finally pulled up in front of the small house, she turned off the engine and leaned her head against the steering wheel. She focused on breathing evenly and counted to ten before straightening. Uh, she was never doing that again. Bracing herself, she left the car. Immediately, snow whirled around her, violently pulling at her coat and hair and pushing her against the car. She stumbled around to retrieve her bag and laptop from the trunk. She glanced around, squinting against the driving gusts. A laugh welled up within her chest. No other cars were there.

Only a set of tire marks leading into the garage gave evidence of anyone else. Apparently, all the other ladies had sense. At least, Penny was there to maim. Erin had that to look forward to. She battled the wind and climbed up the porch steps. A warm light filtered into the night from one of the first story windows. She pushed the front door open, quickly entered and slammed it shut. “Penny, you wench, it took me forever to get here. The weather is supposed to be clear, huh? Well, take a look outside, sister! I’ve been thinking of payback the whole way, and you know I have one hell of an imagination. Be afraid. Be very afraid,” she drawled as dropped her bags and moved to hang her outwear in the closet. “Penny’s not here.” The masculine voice had Erin yelping in surprise and trying to turn. Her shirt caught on a hook, and she was pulled into the closet, tumbling head first into the small space. Her wet shoes slid right out from under her, taking her feet with them. She landed smack on her belly, face in a pair of Penny’s sandals, legs sticking out of the closet like a rag doll. Before she could scramble out, she was lifted and set on her feet. “Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t mean to scare ya. Are you okay?” Erin closed her eyes, acutely aware of the large hands still on her waist, warm and firm. Oh God, not Liam. What was he doing here? What did he mean Penny wasn’t there? This was supposed to be a ladies’ weekend. No guys. She specifically remembered Penny saying no guys, that Ryan was going to plow out and head back home. There had been no mention of his brother, and Erin wouldn’t have forgotten that little detail. “I’m fine. Thanks.” Carefully, she turned and found a pair of clear blue eyes peering at her. Her stomach quivered, and she swallowed hard as her throat tightened. “Where’s Penny?” she croaked. He frowned. “At home. She decided not to come up because of the weather. She was supposed to call everyone.” “Huh, guess she forgot me.” She bit back a groan as his fingers tightened ever so slightly. Oh God, she had to get away from him before she made a fool of herself. Right now. “Well, I’m obviously here for the night, so I’ll just settle in. What room do you have?” She pulled away, inched around him and lifted her bags. “I haven’t brought my stuff in yet. You choose.”

Why was he staring at her like that? She thought she was behaving admirably all things considered. Of course, she had just been butt side up on the floor minutes before, so that might be it. “I’ll take the front room then.” She hurried through the living room and, once in the bedroom, all but slammed the door behind her. Leaning against the wood, she let out a shaky breath. Oh, Penny was really in trouble now. Not only had she abandoned her best friend, but somehow, Erin had ended up stranded in a snowstorm with Penny’s brother-in-law. This wouldn’t be a problem aside from the fact Erin had made an idiotic move on the man several months ago, and he’d turned her down flat. Yes, ma’am, Penny had better hide her skinny self far, far way. **** Liam Donovan flopped down onto the sofa. The last thing he’d expected when he’d settled in his brother’s cabin was for Erin Harrison to come breezing in. Okay, so her entrance wasn’t exactly “breezy”, but still, it was unexpected. The woman had avoided him for months now, which wasn’t easy. His brother was married to her best friend, and they found themselves in each other’s company often enough. At least, until three months ago. Now, he was lucky to catch a glimpse of her in a crowd. He closed his eyes and thought of the night it’d all changed. God, he could still feel her soft body pressed against him, her lips on his, her hands gripping his shoulders. His groin tightened at the memory. He had wanted nothing more than to sweep her away and tap into the heat her kiss hinted at, but his mama had raised a gentlemen. Poor girl had been drunk off her pretty ass, and he wasn’t going to take advantage of her, no matter how tempting. The last thing Liam wanted, or needed, this weekend was a perpetual hard on. Especially when his only companionship was a woman who had avoided him like the plague. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Oh well, he’d make the best of it. Erin would likely spend her time in the bedroom pecking away at her computer, and she was sure to keep up the avoiding act. So he’d end up on his own, which had been the plan in the first place. **** Erin stared at the blank screen. Damn Liam for distracting her. Damn Penny for inviting her then bailing. Damn herself for coming on to the man in the first place.

After several more pathetic attempts get some words on the page, she gave up and reached for the phone beside the bed. It was time her friend got an earful for ruining her weekend. “Hello?” “Hey, Ryan, is Penny around?” She set the laptop next to her on the mattress and leaned back again the pillows. “Sure, hang on.” “Erin, hey, girl.” “Don’t ‘hey, girl’ me. I’m sitting here in your cabin in a freaking snowstorm while you are cuddled up with your hubby. Wench.” “What?” Penny exclaimed. “You drove up there in this weather? Oh my God, what were you thinking?” Erin growled into the receiver before responding, “I drove up here because you convinced me to!” “Didn’t you get my messages?” “What messages?” Penny’s sigh traveled into her ear. “I left you messages on your cell and at home.” Erin closed her eyes and counted to ten again. “I haven’t been home, and I don’t get a signal for the cell up here.” “Man, I’m sorry, Erin. At least, you made it there safe; though the weather’s supposed to be crap for the next day or two. You should stay put. There’s plenty of canned food in the pantry, so you’ll be fine,” Penny said cheerfully. “Hey, you can get some writing done.” She rolled her eyes. “Well that would be true, except—” She heard a click then silence. “Hello? Penny? She hung up on me?” Frowning, she hit the call button and held it to her ear. Nothing. Just her luck. The phone was out. Not surprising with the weather. Damn it. She replaced the receiver and returned to sit on the bed. What else could possibly go wrong? Suddenly, the lights went out. “Had to think that, didn’t ya?” she muttered in the darkness. A knock sounded just as she was feeling her way toward the door. “Erin, you okay?” Liam called.

“I’m fine. Hold on a sec.” She fumbled for the knob and pulled the door open. He stood, flashlight in hand, a wry smile curving his lips. “What luck, huh?” she muttered. He chuckled. “I’ve got a fire going. With this wind and no power, the bedrooms are going to be wicked cold soon. You’ll be more comfortable out there.” She gave a nod and scooted past him. He followed her into the living room. The fire flickered and cast the room in shadows and light. “Cozy, huh?” he joked. “I’m going to go grab some more firewood from the shed. Don’t know how long we’ll be without power; we might as well stay warm.” “Sounds good,” she murmured. “Do you need help?” “Nah, got it covered. Just relax.” Erin stared into the flames and listened as Liam bundled up and went out the back door. Nervousness caused her fingers to tremble as she swept her hair away from her face. She’d avoided him since that night. Had been so careful never to find herself alone with him since she’d taken their friendship and effectively ruined it. Humiliation filled her at the memory. She should have never come onto him; it made it difficult to just be friends. Though even that hadn’t exactly been easy. On her end, anyway. Only Penny knew how nervous and flustered Liam made her. In fact, it had been Penny who’d urged her to take a chance on him. Go talk to him, Erin. Seriously, I’ve seen him look at you. He’s interested. Make your move. It’s better than sitting and wondering. Only it wasn’t better. Not only had she made a fool of herself, she’d lost a good friend in the process. She should have just left things the way they were. Giving herself a mental shake, she decided enough was enough. It was months ago. Surely, the two of them could be around each other without awkwardness. “Here we go,” Liam announced, carrying an armful of split logs and stacking them beside the fireplace. Before straightening, he tossed another log in, sending sparks dancing. He disappeared briefly to take off his outerwear then settled himself in the armchair. “So, why are you here?” Erin resisted smacking her forehead as soon as the words were out of her mouth. So much for avoiding awkwardness. “What I meant,” she hurried to stress, “was this was supposed to be a ladies’ weekend away, so I’m surprised to see you here.”

Liam laughed. “I was up this way for work, visiting a job site. The same weather that put the kibosh on your weekend would have made for a treacherous drive home. Ryan and I were supposed to do some work on his house tomorrow, so I called to let him know I was stuck. He told me to stay here instead of a hotel.” He shrugged. “And that’s why I’m here.” “Well, I wish I’d have gotten Penny’s messages. This sucks.” He lifted a dark brow, and the corner of his mouth quirked upward. “God, I can’t say anything right, can I?” she groaned. “I meant the drive sucked, and having no power sucks. Not being here with you.” “Good to know.” He rose to his feet. “I’m going to go see if I can find us something to drink. Be right back.” Well, shit, she kept putting her foot in it, didn’t she? Erin let her head drop to the back of the couch. Damn it all, how was she going to get through this weekend alone with Liam?

Chapter Two

Liam strolled back into the living room, a bottle of water in each hand. Erin had her head back and her eyes closed. He stood a moment and just looked at her in the glow of the fire. Her golden hair fell to her chin, framing her delicate face. Behind the lowered lids, her eyes were the clearest green he’d ever seen. Even though she was dressed for the weather in jeans and a sweater but he knew the gentle curves that hid beneath the layers. Remembered how they’d felt against his palms in those brief moments before he’d gently pushed her away. Her chest rose and fell slowly, and he wondered if she’d dozed off. Quietly, he moved around the coffee table and sat in the chair. When he looked back at Erin, her eyes were open and on him. He leaned forward and held out a water bottle. “All I could find to drink,” he said apologetically. She smiled and reached for the bottle. Twisting off the cap, she brought the water to her lips and drank deeply. He watched the column of her throat as she swallowed and settled back in the chair to relieve the growing pressure of his erection. Christ, just watching her drink… What the hell was wrong with him? She stopped with a little gasp and licked her full lips. Liam lowered his gaze and immediately regretted it. Her fingers danced up and down the clear bottle, twisting around the plastic, almost caressing it. It was seriously fucked up to be jealous of an inanimate object. “So, how’s the new book coming along?” he asked, forcing his eyes back up to her face. “All right, I suppose. My hero is still trying to figure out who the killer is, and it’ll still be a while before he realizes just how close he is to said killer. Very heartbreaking,” she mused. An awkward silence fell between them. For a few minutes, the only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the howling wind. Erin kept her eyes downcast and worried her bottom

lip with her teeth. Liam wondered if she realized how so simple a gesture could affect a man. He shifted slightly, and his length pressed again his zipper. No, he wagered she had no clue how she affected men, period. “Uh, could I borrow the flashlight a minute?” She unfolded herself and stood. “I’d love to get out of these jeans.” And I’d love for you to get out of them, and everything else you have on. “Sure.” He handed her the light with a smile. She disappeared into the bedroom, and Liam rose. He made quick work of moving the coffee table against the wall and opening the sofa sleeper. It wasn’t his first night in this cabin without power. The bedrooms were going to be frigid, and Erin would be more comfortable sleeping out here. He opened the chest near the window and pulled out the bedding and pillows. He’d just finished making the bed when he heard Erin come back. When he turned, he couldn’t help but smile. She stood in socks and flannel pajamas a few sizes too big for her…and still managed to look sexy as hell. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she shivered. “I can’t believe how cold the bedroom is already,” she chattered and shuffled over to stand in front of the fire. Holding her palms toward the flames, she looked over her shoulder at him. “Were you planning on going to bed now?” “Just getting the bed ready for you,” he informed. “No reason for you to sleep in a freezing room.” “Oh, okay. Thanks.” She stifled a yawn then laughed. “Not far from sleep, I guess. Driving always kicks my ass.” “Well, I won’t keep you up.” He moved in the direction of the bedroom, and she spun around. A frown kissed her lips. “You’re not sleeping out here?” Liam laughed. “There’s one bed,” he pointed out. “I’ll be fine in the bedroom.” “But you just said…” She sighed. “Liam, you don’t have to sleep in a cold ass room. There’s plenty of room out here.” Says Miss Avoidance. “I think it’d be better if—”

“Oh for crying out loud! I know I’m the last person you want to share a bed with, but I think I can manage to control myself enough for you to sleep undisturbed,” she snapped sarcastically. “You made it very clear you’re not interested. I won’t make the same mistake twice. Your virtue is quite safe.” “What?” Liam blinked several times, confused. “We’re both adults, Liam,” she said with a stilted laugh. “There’s no need for either of us to freeze when there’s more than enough room here.” “Whoa.” He held his hand up. “Back up a minute. I’m not interested?” She opened her mouth then snapped it shut. Shifting her feet, she crossed her arms under her breasts and said nothing. “Is that really what you think?” He took a step forward. “Well, yeah,” she scoffed. “Why?” “Why?” she repeated. “That’s the general assumption one makes when they’re totally shot down.” Shot down? Was she serious? That’s why she’d been avoiding him—because she thought he’d rejected her? For fuck’s sake. “I didn’t shoot you down,” he said quietly. Erin snorted. “I was there, remember? I kissed you. You stopped it, said we shouldn’t be doing this and walked away. That, my friend, is shot down.” “The hell it is. You were drunk, and I wasn’t going to take advantage of you,” he explained. “I wasn’t drunk,” she protested. “You thought I was drunk? I’d had one damned beer!” Liam shook his head. “No way. I was standing outside, you came out, and without a word threw your arms around me and laid one me. I think I’ve known you long enough to know that’s not normal behavior for you.” “Yeah, I uncharacteristically threw myself at you, but it wasn’t because I was drunk.” She turned away, facing the fire again. When she spoke again, he had to strain to hear her soft voice. “It was because I’d finally mustered enough courage to act on my feelings.”

Erin stared into the fire, face warm. God, he thought she’d been drunk that night. Somehow, that made it even worse. Though he seemed surprised that she thought he didn’t want her. Did that mean he did? She fought against the tiny kernel of hope in her gut. She couldn’t take it if he rejected her again, if he— A hand gripped her elbow, and she was spun around quickly. Before she could get her bearings, she was pulled tightly against Liam and his mouth was on hers, hot and demanding. He gripped her hips painfully and tilted his forward. The hard length of his cock pressed against her belly. Closing her eyes, she fell into the kiss, into the myriad sensations rioting inside her. Holding her fast, he turned and backed her up until her knees hit the mattress. He nipped gently on her lower lip then slowly lowered her onto the bed. He cupped her intimately and pressed the heel of his hand against her clit. A spear of heat sliced through her, immediately moistening the soft folds of her sex. “I want you.” His words, whispered against her mouth, made her stomach flip. “I’ve wanted you for a long, long time.” She whimpered as he released her and stood. He grinned, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. She allowed her gaze to take him in fully as he undid the button and zipper of his jeans. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him illuminated in the glow of the fire. Her imagination hadn’t done him justice—and she’d been very thorough in her fantasies. She realized that in all the years she’d known him, she’d never seen him bare-chested. And she’d been missing out. She imagined running her tongue over the well-defined torso—all the sweet dents and divots deserved thorough attention. Erin bit her lip, hard, as Liam pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips. His cock sprang forward, and her pussy spasmed, as if bemoaning its empty state He kicked his garments aside and covered her body with his once again. Erin ran her palms over his broad shoulders, enjoying the sinuous motion of muscles under skin as he slid his hands down to cup her hips, fingers digging deliciously into her flesh. He slipped his tongue between her lips and seduced a moan from deep within her. The slick, moist dance of his kiss, the weight of his hard body cradled between her thighs sent shards of heated desire rushing through her.

He shifted slightly and began working her shirt up her torso. She raised her arms above her head and lifted off the bed, allowing him to remove it completely. He groaned at the sight of her bare breasts. “Perfect. Absolutely, fucking perfect.” He leaned forward and drew a tight nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. He suckled the tip wickedly. Tight pulls of desire between her thighs answered each tug of his mouth on her breast. Erin used her grip on his shoulders and her knees on his hips to urge him to the side. He allowed her to guide him until he lay on his back with her straddling him. Sliding his hands around her, he pushed inside her pajama pants and cupped her ass. He kneaded the flesh and rocked his hips to nestle his cock snugly against her softness. Heat seeped through the material and branded her. Too much. The few layers separating them were too much. She wanted to feel him, skin on skin. But first, she wanted to taste him. Liam’s hands skimmed her body as she shimmied down his legs. She pressed a kiss just above the nest of curls at the base of his erection and inhaled his scent. He buried his fingers in her hair, massaged her scalp as her breath washed over him. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked up, slowly. His body shook with each shuddering breath he drew in, and she smiled secretly. Moving even lower, she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip, catching the beads of moisture clinging there. She darted out her tongue, tasting him. His hips jerked upwards at the slight contact. “Fuck.” The roughness of his voice skated along her spine and pushed her to continue. She opened wider and eased forward, swirling her tongue around the head. His groan echoed through the room, and he fisted his hands. The slight pull of pain emboldened her. Closing her eyes, she took more of him inside. She savored the steely length, the ridges pressing against her tongue. She reached under and cupped his balls, massaging the heavy sac in her palm as she fucked him with her mouth. Suddenly, Liam used the grip he had on her hair to force her off him. “C’mere, baby.” He pulled her up, sliding her over his body. He lifted his head until his lips tickled her ear and whispered, “I can’t wait to be balls deep inside. To feel your tight pussy squeezing me until I can’t stand it.”

Unbearably aroused by his words, she ran her hands over her hips, pushing the pajamas and panties down. She fumbled a bit as she removed them, but she kept her gaze locked with his. When she moved to straddle his hips, he stopped her. “Nuh uh. On your back,” he demanded. Her thighs—hell, her entire body—trembled as she lay across the bed. Her breath quickened, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Open your eyes. Watch me when I touch you, Erin.” His voice, though harsh, shook a bit, and she realized he really was as affected as she was. Her hips lifted in welcome when he slid a long finger inside her, and her muscles tightened, clamped around the digit. He stroked in and out, slowly, gently at first, then picked up speed. “Liam,” she cried when he circled her swollen clit with his thumb. “Fuck, you’re so hot, so damned tight,” he murmured. He moved over her, covering her body with his, and claimed her mouth, still stroking her heat. His tongue speared past her lips as he slid another long finger in her channel. She couldn’t hold back the moans as he assailed her mouth and slowly stretched her. He broke the kiss and bent his head to her chest. Pulling a sensitive nipple between his lips, he flicked it with his tongue. She pressed herself against his mouth, lifted her hips to meet his hand. Fire raced through her veins and burst deep within her, obliterating every thought but him from her mind. When he pulled his hand from between her thighs, she cried out, tried to push it back. She was desperate for release. Just a few more strokes… He wouldn’t be deterred though and settled his hands on her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, as he kissed his way down her quivering stomach. There was no hesitation when he reached her aching pussy. His tongue darted out and swept over her clit. Erin clutched the comforter and arched into him. It was almost too much, but she didn’t want it to stop. She needed this, needed him. Everything in her cried out for more. Liam ran his palms over her belly to her thighs. He gripped them, fingers digging deliciously into her flesh as he draped her legs over his shoulders. Sliding his hands beneath her ass, he lifted her to his mouth. Erin cried out as he laved the soft, wet folds of her pussy and ran his tongue around her clit. Pressure built within her. An inferno stoked with each touch. He used his tongue, his lips,

his teeth to push her closer and closer to the edge. He moved one hand forward and slid a long finger, then another, inside her. She couldn’t grasp a single coherent thought. Everything centered on Liam and what he was doing to her, how he was making her feel. He thrust harder and faster as he sucked her clit between his lips and pulled hard. She screamed as the orgasm washed over her, wave after relentless wave of heat and sensation. He lifted her legs from his shoulders and made his way up her body, kissing, licking and nipping. He withdrew his fingers, took her hand and wrapped it around his erection. “Take me; take me inside you.” She stroked once then slid the velvety tip across her clit to position him at her slick entrance. She lifted her legs to wrap around his hips and guided him in. Liam began to tremble when he was fully seated within her. He dropped his forehead against hers, and his ragged breath mingled with hers. Erin ran her hands down his back, over his firm ass and back up to his shoulders. He pulled out and drove back into her roughly. Erin sucked air through clenched teeth as pressure built again, layer by layer, inside her core. “Sorry,” he ground out as he thrust, setting a frantic pace. “Don’t…think…I…can…last.” Erin almost laughed despite the sensations swamping her. He’d already made her come long and hard; she was teetering on the edge again, and he was apologizing? “Don’t hold back. Come with me, Liam.” She cried out as her pussy spasmed around him. She tumbled into her release, fell into heated bliss, and still wanted to beg for more. He slammed into her again and again. With a shout, his body tensed and he came deep inside her.

Liam rolled to the side, biting back a groan as he slipped out of Erin’s heat. He gathered her to his side and kissed the top of her head. She snuggled close and rested her hand on his stomach. He lifted her hand and turned it until their fingers entwined and their palms met. “It was never a question of wanting you,” he said quietly. “Because I do, and not acting on it sooner is something I’ll regret for a long time.” She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “I probably shouldn’t have avoided you,” she admitted. “I was embarrassed.”

“Just don’t do it again. No avoiding,” he joked. “I won’t,” she whispered. “So, what are your plans this week? Any evenings open for dinner?” he asked. “Oh, you want to—” She stopped abruptly, and Liam shifted to look down at her face. Her bottom lip was caught firmly between her teeth. “Yes, I want to,” he stated succinctly. “This wasn’t a one-time thing for me, and it wasn’t just sex. Damn, Erin, I like you, like spending time with you. You need to tell me now if you don’t want a relationship. I’m not playing games here.” Her brow furrowed slightly then she replied, “I want the same thing.” Relief washed over him. “Good. Now, get on under the covers. I’m going to throw another log on the fire.” He dropped a kiss on her lips and climbed out of the bed. Pulling the blankets up to her chin, she peered at him. “Hurry back,” she said sweetly. “Oh, don’t worry. The night’s far from over, baby.” He grinned as her eyes widened. He had plenty more in mind; there was no danger of succumbing to the cold tonight.

Chapter Three

Liam untied and kicked off his boots, then hung up his coat. Fuck, it was frigid out there. He rubbed his palms together and walked into the living room. Coming to a halt next to the pullout, he stared down at Erin curled up beneath the blankets. Her blonde hair spread on the pillow, cheeks flushed with sleep, full lips parted slightly…He could get used to waking up to this, to her, he thought with a shake of his head. They’d lain awake for hours the night before, just talking. Well—his lips curved and his cock stirred—not just talking, but he hadn’t been lying the night before. He genuinely wanted a relationship with Erin; it wasn’t just sex for him. While he’d missed her company the last couple months, he hadn’t realized just how much. The time with her here brought that to light almost painfully. He didn’t want to lose her, but he knew going back to “just friends” was impossible. And that suited him fine, because he wanted more than friendship with this woman. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he reached out and ran his finger over her soft cheek. Yes, he wanted much, much more. Erin stirred and blinked several times before her sleepy green eyes focused on him. “Hmmm,” she stretched her arms over her head, “good morning.” “Yes, it is.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Oh, you’re cold. Were you out in the storm?” she asked with a frown. “Actually, it’s cleared up. Still freezing, but the snow has stopped. And,” he drawled, “we have power and phone.” “Oh.” She sighed heavily. “That makes you sad?” He laughed.

“Well, I thought we were going to spend the day snuggled in bed together, free of the outside world.” She danced her fingers down his biceps. “I don’t suppose, maybe, we could just pretend that it’s still nasty as hell out there.” Pleasure spread warmly through Liam. He stood, stripped his shirt off and reached for the button of his jeans. “It’s nasty outside. No one should be out there,” he said with a grin. “Oh that’s too bad. I guess we’re stuck here. Just you and me, alone.” She batted her eyes at him and held the covers back for him to slide beneath. He stretched out beside her. “And,” he continued seriously, “I’m afraid we’re low on fire wood.” “Oh no.” She pouted. “Oh yeah.” He nodded. “We’re just going to have to find alternative ways to keep warm.” Erin licked her lips. “Oh goody.” Liam flipped her onto her back and settled on top of her. “Oh goody, indeed.”

About the Author

Jessica grew up in a small town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and now lives in Minnesota—a Midwestern gal through and through. She wouldn’t have it any other way, although she’s been known to grumble about the snow and cold. Jessica was lucky enough to meet the man of her dreams early in her life. They’ve been together over sixteen years and are blessed with four kids, who keep things interesting and very busy. Despite her crazy schedule, Jessica finds time to write. If she didn’t, the voices in her head would take over, and everyone would be in big trouble! She’s incredibly grateful for her family who puts up with her craziness and understands when she ignores them all and hunkers down to finish a scene. Jessica loves to talk to her readers and can be found at http://www.jessicajarman.com.

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