Two weeks. They’d been boinking like bunnies for two weeks. Glancing down, she saw Jared’s thick forearm just beneath her breasts, plumping them up. Her nipples were hard, the blankets having fallen to their waists, and a shiver moved through her. Not from the cold, but from the man. He shifted against her, his erection nudging her backside, his hand coming up to cup her breast. “Mornin’,” he rumbled, kissing her earlobe. “Mmm.” She squirmed in his embrace, knowing it would get a reaction out of him. Which it did, since he thrust against her, nice and slow, showing her just how much he appreciated finding her in his bed every morning. And they didn’t seem sick of each other yet. Not that they had a choice, what with that pesky marriage thing they had going on, but still. They could’ve found a way to avoid each other. They’d done so before. But they kept it a secret, their sexual adventures.
