“And it hasn’t happened to you yet?” Kenzie asked, her eyelashes fluttering. “You haven’t gone crazy?”
“Since you’re asking, I think I might be right on the verge of crazy,” he whispered. He turned toward her, his nose just an inch away from hers. His breath was hot on her chin, causing her to shiver. His smell filled her nose. “You’re incredibly beautiful, Kenzie,” he whispered.#p#分页标题#e#
Unable to resist him a moment longer, Kenzie leaned toward him and brought her lips to his. Immediately, adrenaline pulsed within her, and every cell in her seemed to sizzle with anticipation. They broke the kiss after several moments, each of them breathing heavily with desire.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bryce asked, lifting his hand to the back of her head and smoothing it against her hair.
“I’ve wanted to since I met you,” Kenzie whispered back, catching his lips with hers once more. She slid her tongue against his, shivering, and then wrapped her arms around his thick neck, kneading his muscled shoulders beneath his jean jacket.
They continued to kiss on the couch for several minutes, Kenzie drawing herself up onto Bryce’s lap. She closed her eyes, feeling the lick of the fire at her legs, lust fueling her every movement.
Finally, after Kenzie felt she couldn’t stand it another moment, Bryce lifted her from his lap and carried her toward his bedroom. He grinned at her. “Be careful,” he whispered. “I heard this is the room the witch still haunts.”
“Ha. You know I don’t believe in such silly stories.”
“Shh. Did you hear that?” Bryce whispered, his eyebrows rising high on his forehead. “I think I heard her cackling.”
Kenzie smacked his chest, giggling. “Don’t.”
Bryce sealed the silence with a kiss and then draped her on his bed. The comforter was flannel and cozy beneath her, and the mattress enveloped her. Kenzie wrapped her arms around Bryce’s neck and kissed his lips, feeling the scratchiness of his beard upon her chin. As they kissed, they grew more insistent, needier, more passionate.
After several minutes more, Kenzie brought her hands to Bryce’s jean jacket, which was covered in many patches. As Kenzie removed the jacket from his body, forcing his strong, pulsing muscles from the sleeves, one of the patches burst from the top of the sleeve, landing near Kenzie’s face on the pillow. Without thinking about it, she lifted the soft patch and placed it upon the nightstand, out of their way. Her eyes were totally, blissfully on Bryce, who leaned toward her and began unbuttoning her clothing, revealing her stunning, glowing torso to the sliver of moonlight that peeked in through the window.
They made love there upon the comforter, deep into the night in the cozy cabin. Outside, the temperature continued to drop until the sun saved them, slipping up over the horizon to light the snow below. Kenzie and Bryce collapsed beneath the sheets, dripping with sweat and happy to hold the other close. They fell asleep, Kenzie’s face tucked close to Bryce’s neck and Bryce’s strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close.
They slept dreamlessly, finding solace from all nightmares, as if this—the life they were living—was the only dream they desired. It was as if Kenzie would never have to awaken and return to Concord, New Hampshire, where her life would continue its downtrodden nature. It was as if Bryce never had to wake up and return to his lonely existence, chopping and burning wood and shoveling snow and brooding about his mysterious past, off into infinity.
It was as if they were made for each other, living a legend of their own.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kenzie awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming over the flannel comforter. She blinked several times, unable to remember where she was. But soon the memories came flooding back into her brain, bringing with them the warm emotions she felt for Bryce. When she’d first slept with Austin, she’d felt naked, exposed in front of him, as if he were grading her appearance and judging her angles, her body, her form. But with Bryce, she’d fit perfectly, her pillowy breasts comfortable against his taut pectoral muscles.#p#分页标题#e#
Turning onto her side, naked beneath the sheets, Kenzie realized she was alone in the bed. She heard light tapping from the kitchen. Bryce had probably been awake for hours, meandering quietly through the house and building the fire back up, perhaps chopping wood outside the cabin.
Kenzie emerged from beneath the sheets, sitting up in bed. She blinked around her, assessing the bedroom in the light. It was nondescript, without much personality, much like the rest of the cabin. Bryce was committed to living as simply as possible, which meant she’d never glean anything of his past from his décor. She sighed, turning her attention to her bruised ankles, which were ruined from her sloppy skating the previous night.