Dylan and Taylor (Soul Mates 101 Series) Read Online Free PDF

dark hair. The warmth of Taylor’s body compared to the cool, exposed silky strands confirm that my skin against hers is keeping her safe. I continue to massage her hair, trying to warm it the same way.
    My heads above her, and my eyes are closed as I desperately try to behave. I go to pull away, worried I’m going to screw up what could be my only shot with her, but when I move my head back and look down at her, she’s staring straight back at me with the same hunger in her mystic brown eyes.
    Unable to resist, I lean in for a kiss that she meets. We press our lips together repeatedly, never using our tongues. I then kiss the corner of her mouth and work my way to her neck. I’ve never shared a kiss like this before, and it’s causing me to want her like there’s no tomorrow.
    “Sweetheart, if we don’t stop, we’re going to be doing a whole lot more in the back of this Escalade. I’m trying not to take advantage of you when you’re freezing, but you’re making me feel really good.”
    “No, I’m sorry. I started it. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’m enjoying it, too.”
    “I think we should stop before we can’t,” I say as I move away some. She buries her face into my chest and falls asleep.
    ***
    A loud noise outside wakes me. I sit up and look out the back window. “Taylor, wake up. There’s a plow truck.” I lie back down and pull on my jeans before throwing on my shirt and hat. Climbing over the seat with my coat, I look back at Taylor.
    “Get dressed. I don’t want any man seeing you practically naked, and please stay in the vehicle.” I jump out and wave my hands. The plow truck stops behind us, and two burly, middle aged men get out.
    “We got a call that someone might be stuck out here. Do you need medical attention?”
    “I don’t think so, but hold on a second.” I open the door. “Taylor, how do you feel? Do you think you should be checked out at the hospital?”
    “No, I should be OK once I warm up.”
    I study her for several seconds, trying to determine if she’s being truthful. “I’m good, Dylan.”
    I shut the door. “I think we should be OK once we get indoors. We were headed to a cabin about six miles ahead.”
    “If we get your vehicle moved over, we can plow all the way up there. I’m sure there are others who live back here that would like to be able to get out today,” the driver of the plow truck says.
    “Thank you. You don’t happen to have any gasoline do you? I can pay you.”
    “We have some, and you don’t need to pay us. We got a call from someone wanting to pay us about five times what we charge to come look for you and plow. Let us help you get this vehicle pulled over.”
    I get in and start the SUV. The tires begin to spin, but with the help of the two men, we’re able to get it moved enough to get the plow truck through. I fill the gas tank and get back in the vehicle, cranking the heat to high.

When Hell Freezes Over
    Dylan
    “Oh, thank goodness,” Taylor says.
    “We have to sit here for a while as they plow, but at least we can keep the heat on. I’m pretty sure Hannah was behind this.” I rub my hands together in front of the vent.
    “I knew Hannah Banana would come through for us. Thank you, Dylan. Thank you for keeping me warm.”
    “We kept each other warm. You definitely did your part, and I don’t mean that in a perverted way.”
    “I know, but you did more, and I owe you big time.”
    “You know what I want?”
    “What?” I sense her hesitation.
    “I want you to keep a smile on your face and cut me some slack.” I reach my hand over and squeeze her leg.
    “I’ll try, but I’m not like my girlfriends, especially Hannah. I don’t fit in with you all.”
    “I disagree. I’m not gonna lie. I believed that until I spent this time with you. You’re not the person you portray to others.”
    “Yes, I am. I’m a defensive bitch most of the time and for good reason. It’s how I protect myself from getting