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hand with his, stilling her fingers. “ Let me go light your furnace. ”
    “ Oh, is that what they ’ re calling it these days? ” she teased.
    “ The furnace in your bathroom, darlin ’ , ” he said, grinnin g. “ I ’ ll get you hot as soon as we hit the shower. ”
    A series of little shivers snaked through her body at the sexy promise. She inhaled deeply, breathing in his masculine scent. He smelled like cedar and peppermint. It was a scent combination that was uniq uely Christmas. This brought another smile to her face. All these years she ’ d dreaded the holiday, and now, this man had given her the sweetest gift of pleasure, pure and uncomplicated. She sighed happily and pushed against him. “ Let me go round up some ca ndles to put in the bathroom. ”
    He grinned. “ Do you happen to have a flashlight? ”
    “ In the kitchen. ”
    “ I ’ ll get it. You stay here by the fire. ”
    She watched him stand up . He was beautiful. T he golden glow of the flames softly highlighted and shadow ed him like a painting by Michelangelo. “ T ake this so you don ’ t turn into an icicle, ” she said, handing him the quilt and scooting closer to the fireplace.
    “ Thanks. ” He flung it around him like a poncho and set off toward the kitchen , half -illuminated by the firelight. “ So where is it? Am I hot or cold? ” he hollered, open ing a drawer near the stove.
    “ Well , I think you ’ re most definitely hot. But the flashlight is on top of the refrigerator. ”
    His chuckle drifted back and w rapped around her like a soft, comfortable blank et. Funny, she didn ’ t feel at all self-conscious with Brody. Maybe the whole friends - mak e- the - best - lovers theory carried more merit than she ’ d given it credit for.
    A halogen beam cut brightly through the dimness and caught her square in the eyes. “ Ack! ” Sh e shielded her face. “ Careful where you point that. ”
    “ Let me go light the furnace real quick. Matches in there? ”
    She nodded. “ Under the sink. ”
    “ Gotcha. Be right back. ”
    It took him less than five minutes to light the heater and return. He tossed another log into the fire and held his hands out to warm them. “ Christmas in the mountains, huh? ” He looked at her over his shoulder. “ Quaint but cold as hell. ”
    Turning to face her, h e removed the quilt and wrapped it snugly around her shoulders . “ Your turn. ” He grin ned, handing her the flashlight and nodding toward the back of the apartment. “ I didn ’ t know where you kept your candles. ”
    Sophie stood and walked up beside him. With a smug smile, she reached up and grabbed the six red votives perched on the mantel. “ Woul d you mind grabbing those candles there? ”
    Brody picked up the two large , green jars. One was labeled Christmas Wreath and the other Mistletoe . “ You ’ re mighty festive . ”
    Grimacing at the frosty touch of the glass votives resting against her bare breast , she told him, “ And t hese are all bayberry. ”
    He chuckled. “ Well, if you expect me to go back down that freezing hall with you, you ’ d better share that thing. ” He hunkered down and took her candles so she could throw a bit of the quilt around him.
    She flicked on the flashlight , and they started down the narrow hall. Although the cold made her instinctively want to get to a warmer place, the feel of his naked body against hers made her want to slow her pace and savor the nearness of him. Brody must have fel t it to o because he shortened his stride and positioned himself behind her, winding his arms around her in front.
    Sophie nearly stumbled as his cock rubbed against her backside. The more they walked, the harder he got . God, it felt so good to be in his arms. That she could elicit such a strong reaction in a man pumped up her flagging ego tenfold. The fact that she was able to have this effect on a younger man was the cherry on top. Testing her newfound confidence, she wiggled her bottom