Free Snowbound Summer (The Logan Series Book 3) by Sally Clements

soaking socks, and grabbed the other towel from the table and wrapped it
around him, rubbing vigorously to try and get his circulation going—to heat his
body.
    His crotch—she just patted. Then
she stretched up, and rubbed his back, and over the curve of his butt while he
dried his cock and balls. In a few moments, he was dry, but still so cold he
could freeze water just by sticking a finger in it.
    “Get under the blanket.” She
pushed him to the sofa, and draped the blanket over him.
    Then she turned to Fella and
rubbed his fur dry with the towel.
    “Into your basket, Fella.”
    He did as she asked, and she
draped a dry towel over him. The heat of the woodstove would soon warm him.
Nick however...
    His face was still white, and his
lips were going blue. Body to body . She’d seen a documentary about polar
explorers, about what they had to do in cases of hypothermia. Nothing heated
the body quicker than skin on skin contact.
    “Hold on.” She stripped off her
sweater and removed her jeans. Then she pulled back the cover and plastered her
warm body against his.
    She gritted her teeth as her bra
pressed against his chest. Wrapped her arms around back and pressed her stomach
to his. She wound her leg over his frigid thigh and ran her hands over his
back, again and again. “You’ll warm up soon.”
    He was too cold to even smile,
but his lips moved in a poor imitation of one. “I didn’t think,” he whispered.
    “Damn right, you didn’t think.”
She rubbed his side, his thigh, the top of his butt. “You’re crazy, do you know
that?” Her heart had almost stopped when she’d seen him dive into the water.
She’d feared she’d lose both of them. And it wasn’t the prospect of having to
explain to their parents why Nick Logan had lost his life in the river that
made her frantic. It was the thought of never seeing his smile again. Never
hearing him bossing her around. “If I’d lost you I’d have...” She bit back
tears. Crying all over him wouldn’t help. She pressed her face to his, and
kissed his mouth with a kiss so gentle, he surely must know what she meant. How
much the thought of losing him had terrified her.
    “I didn’t think...” he started
again, “this would be the way you’d take my clothes off.”
    On the snowiest day, the sun
could make an appearance. In the worst of times, something could surprise you
so much that laughter was the only response.
    Summer felt her mouth curve into
a smile. The dark, heavy weight inside lightened, dissolving like molasses in
water. She rubbed his back as hard as she could without hurting him. “You’re an
idiot.” There was no sting to her words, just warmth. “A crazy, brave,
impulsive idiot. Don’t ever do that to me again.” She ran her hands over his
broad shoulders, down his firm biceps and over his elbows. “I think you’re
warming up.” She eased back a little to touch his chest. Yes, he definitely
seemed less chilled. She wrapped her arms around him, and leaned close to press
her entire body against his once more.
    His eyes closed.
    She slapped him gently on the
cheek, and his eyes shot open again. “No going to sleep. It could be dangerous
for you to sleep now. You need to warm up and get something hot into you—some
tea or soup. How are you feeling?”
    His lips had regained their
natural color; all tinges of blue had disappeared. She ran a hand over his
face, noting with approval the difference in temperature. The clamminess had
gone, and it was no longer that horrible candle white.
    His head moved a little forward,
then back. “I’m feeling better.” He still looked terrible, but at least he didn’t
look half dead any longer.
    *****
    Nick was cold—not frozen. Summer seemed to think he was
incapable of feeling anything. When the opposite was true. She’d stripped off
his clothes and rubbed him everywhere—absolutely everywhere—with the towel. Her
heart was in the right place, but Jesus .
    She’d thrown off her