Wildfire in His Arms by Lindsey Johanna

Author:Lindsey, Johanna [Lindsey, Johanna]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2015-06-16T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

MAX SAT UP ABRUPTLY, disoriented for a moment and not sure what had awoken her. She usually slept soundly. Had it been a noise? If so, Degan hadn’t heard it. The steady, soft sound of his breathing indicated that he was sleeping. She glanced around the camp. It was the middle of the night, and with the fire having died down, she couldn’t see far.

She wondered if she should wake Degan to investigate. But the horses were quiet, not making any sounds of alarm. If it was a noise that had awoken her, whatever had caused it was already gone. Then she shivered, feeling the cold across her chest and back. Her coat had slipped down to her waist when she’d sat up.

She reached for it and got the sharp reminder that her wrists were bound together. Still she tried to pull the coat up, but she was having trouble grasping it, so she stretched her hands toward the fire instead. But the breeze was coming from the east, right across the water, and blowing the heat away from her. She almost growled in frustration. She might as well be naked for all the warmth Degan’s fine lawn shirt offered her in the chill of the night.

She looked at the bottle of whiskey Degan had set next to the fire. The bottle was probably warm. What was in it would solve her problem—and probably make her sick. She reached for it anyway, then laughed at herself. She couldn’t get the cork out of it! At least the bottle warmed her hands for a few minutes, but she was soon uncomfortably cold again.

She gazed at Degan. He looked so peaceful asleep. He didn’t look at all dangerous now, just like a handsome man getting a good night’s sleep. While she was wide-awake and shivering. He was probably toasty warm, too. And why was she still resisting? He’d made the offer.

She scooted across her blanket and snuggled against his side, careful not to wake him. Much better. He even served as a windbreak for her. But her coat got left behind. Now her legs were feeling the chill. She tried to get her legs closer to his without touching him.

Suddenly he rolled over. She tried to get out of the way but wasn’t fast enough and ended up cocooned against his shoulder and chest. His change in sleeping position provided her with a thick arm for a pillow and availed her of more of his body heat—much more than she’d bargained for. She was about to sigh in contentment when she saw his eyes open.

She quickly said, “My coat slid off me. I’m cold and you said I could use your body heat to warm up.”

Degan leaned over her to grab her coat and draw it across her legs before he pulled her closer to him and ran his hand over her arm and shoulder for a few minutes. “Is that better?”

“No, I’m still cold.”

He moved his hand to her back and stroked her there.

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