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wants, I wrap my blankets around her to share our heat.
    “I’m not sleeping with you.”  She states matter-of-factly.
    “Fine.”
    “And we are not cuddling.”
    “Good.”  But soon enough Sierra shivers from the cold.  I have to stifle a smile as she scoots a little closer to me. 
    “But maybe our legs can be friends?”
    “Sure, just our legs.”
     

Chapter Seven
    Sierra
     
    The next morning the sun rose but remained hidden behind the seemingly endless grey clouds of the blizzard.  The snow continued to fall, albeit at a slightly slower pace.  The fire from the previous night was all but gone, a few smoldering embers remained and the chill in the cabin was back with a vengeance.  I shivered despite attempts not to, effectively waking Bentley up from his slumber.  Our legs were still intertwined from how we fell asleep and I work to untangle them.
    “What are you doing?”  Bentley’s voice is thick with sleep.
    “I’m trying to move around to get warm.”  A coy smile flashes across Bentley’s face.
    “I know how to heat you up.”  He’s teasing, but there’s a serious tone to his voice.  I’m sure he does, he’s been with plenty of women.  And from last night’s little confession I know he doesn’t see me as I always assumed he did. He thinks I’m pretty. Unless that was just the alcohol talking.
    I don’t know how to respond so I just choose to change the subject.  “Should we dig into one of the cans of food?”  I push off the futon and head towards the three glorious options we have.
    “I think we should try to wait a little longer before opening them.  Let’s just focus on getting the fire back up and roaring.”  Bentley pushes the blankets off and shuffles over to the dying flames.  Within a few moments the flames are licking up the wood and producing a relatively healthy fire.
    “You are one heck of a boy scout.”  I plop down onto the floor near Bentley as he pushes himself back from the fireside.
    “You have no idea.”  There is a moment of silence as the two of us just sit next to each other and stare at the fire. 
    “Did you mean what you said last night?” I ask.
    His intense dark gaze latches onto mine. “Every word.” He’s silent for a few moments, and just watches me. “You’re gorgeous, Sierra.” His voice is tender, and sweet.
    A zing of heat races through me that has nothing to do with the fire.
    Then a light touch on my hand gets my attention.  I look to see Bentley’s hand on mine.  When I glance up to him I notice how close he is to me and how his eyes are honed in on my lips.  I know then exactly what’s about to happen, and my heart starts to beat wildly.  In some strange way, I’ve been waiting for this to happen for a while. The chemistry between us was bound to implode at some point. It was going to be a knock-out, drag out fight, or an angry fuck. Though right now, there’s no anger in his eyes. Only heat. For me.
    In the next heartbeat his lips are on mine and we’re kissing.  It is softer and gentler than I had expected to be but within a few moments the intensity picks up.  Bentley grabs my head and pulls me closer to him, the fervor in his kiss more intense than before.  My hands find his toned chest and shoulders before reaching around and pulling him closer to me. 
    Then Bentley’s hands are moving from behind my head to my shoulders and then lower still to my chest where he firmly squeezes my breasts.  I can feel my nipples strain against my bra as he lightly massages my breasts.  His touch is sure and damn, he knows exactly what he’s doing, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs until I feel weak. Suddenly I have the urge to remove anything that separates us. I want to be touching skin to skin.  Yanking at my sweatshirt I pull it up and over my head quickly followed by my shirt and bra.  At the same time Bentley is reaching for his layers and removing them with lightning speed.
    Within thirty seconds we are