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160 SNOWBOUND
God. He wished it wouldn’t come. He wanted to
take her back into his bedroom and peel off her clothes,
then lay her back on his bed…
Not happening. She wouldn’t allow it with her
students in the lodge.
He kissed her with an edge of desperation. Maybe
similar thoughts were running through her head,
because she answered fervently, one hand gripping his
hair while the other arm wrapped around his neck. John
gripped her buttocks and lifted, hungry to feel himself
cradled between her thighs. She moaned and sighed
and stole quick snatches of breath when he lifted his
mouth, then met his lips as eagerly when he came back
for more.
He forgot they were in the laundry room, forgot
about the kids. Getting lost in her was so damn easy.
The skin on her neck was satin soft, and as he kissed
his way down, her throat vibrated with a hum of delight
that brought him back up to the lush pleasure of her
mouth. Her hips and butt were nicely rounded despite
her slender figure, her waist tiny. If her breasts hadn’t
been squished against his chest, he’d have filled his
hand with one, but that would have meant opening an
inch or two between them, and he couldn’t bear to do
that.
A distant sound didn’t penetrate. The dryer
rumbled, Fiona gasped, he groaned and angled his
head to deepen the kiss.
“Ms. Mac! Ms. Mac!” The cries, exultant, urgent,
came closer.