already down.”
“Then we need to take this battle to a new level.” She jumped up and staggered back a few feet, then bent down. When she straightened, she hurled a snowball with each hand, but missed him.
Shane rolled to the side and grabbed her legs, tackling her. “I learned to do that when I played football.”
He looked down at her laughing face and thoughts of war and retaliation retreated. She was so beautiful he couldn’t stop himself from touching his mouth to hers. Definitely going on Santa’s naughty list this year.
He deepened the kiss and caught her moan of pleasure in his mouth as she slid her arms around his neck. They were already down so he didn’t have to worry about losing his balance this time. That was fortunate because she felt so good in his arms, he had his doubts about maintaining emotional equilibrium.
He cupped her cold cheek in his palm and traced the outline of her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth, inviting him inside, and he instantly complied. The touch sent liquid heat rolling through him and he groaned with the need to feel her bare skin next to his. The sensual haze lasted just until he felt her shiver.
He lifted his head and saw her shaking. “You’re freezing.”
“N-not yet. But c-close.”
Shane levered himself up and to his feet, then reached a hand down to help her stand. In the streetlamp he could see that her coat and pants were wet. “You’re soaked.”
Her teeth were chattering, but she managed to say, “Th-thanks for the news flash.”
“You need to get into something dry.”
“I need to go h-home.”
“My place is closer.” The next words just popped out, but as soon as they did he knew how much he wanted it. “You could stay tonight.”
“Oh, Shane—”
“Just a thought. No harm, no foul.”
“I’d really like to.” There was need in her eyes, but it was quickly followed by doubt. “But …”
There always was, he thought.
“I have an early day tomorrow,” she said. “It’s probably best if I go home. Rain check?”
“You got it.” He’d never meant a promise more. “Now let’s get you back to your car.”
He hurried her to the parking lot and took her keys when her hand was shaking too badly to fit it in the lock. When she was in the driver’s seat, she managed to get the key in the ignition and turn it. There was a clicking noise but the engine didn’t turn over.
Shane met her gaze. “Did you forget to say your prayer this morning?”
“That’s not the problem. This clunker is officially beyond the power of prayer. It’s dead.”
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