Scrambling about the room, I gather my soaking wet clothes into my arms. A shiver attacks my spine as the icy remnants of the frozen river still drip from my skirts onto my legs. Snow falls out the window in heavy flakes, wind swirling them like a white tornado. Damn. He's right. I'll never make it home. Warm arms clamp around me, and I struggle to break free. His hard shaft pins itself against my ass, sending a twinge of heat to my belly. A part of me longs to know the sensation of his thickness inside me. Just the girth of it in my hand sent a flood of arousal between my legs. He is magnificent. And he's pressed against me. Broad shoulders swallow me from behind, and taut muscles ripple down his long arms as he pulls me backward. “Rose, don't make me tie you to the bed,” he growls in my ear. Strands of his loose brown hair tickle my cheek. “I'll make you pay for clubbing me with that book.” “Promises, promises,” I whisper and shirk away from his hold. His shaft pierces my cheeks, forcing a moan from my throat.
