I released my grip on her thigh and she smacked the back of my hand. “You will never hear me say snowblowie ever again, Mister.”

  I felt so easy with Amber. Kira didn’t have a sense of humor. At all. “I feel like I could drive around all night, just like this.” The words came out before I realized what I was saying.

  “Me too,” she murmured and rubbed my hand. I shifted it a little higher on her leg, and rotated my fingertips, slipping them into the warmth between her very upper thighs. I held my breath, wondering if she would adjust my hand, but instead, she squirmed in her seat. I stole a glance at her. She looked at me and dimples appeared as she smiled with a closed mouth and then nudged my hand higher with hers.

  Those dimples were the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I slowed the Jeep as we approached our houses, not wanting to take my hand away from the warmth between her legs to downshift.

  “Our houses…” Amber pointed to the window as we drove by.

  “I couldn’t downshift,” I argued and brushed my fingers against the seam on her pants.

  “I can drive stick,” she smiled and the dimples were back.

  If I was drinking something, I would have choked. Her eyes glinted and I knew that the innuendo wasn’t an accident. “Let’s do a lap of the block then.” I pushed in the clutch and kept my right hand firmly jammed between her thighs. Amber operated the gearshift like an expert.

  As we drove around the block, our mutual shifting just got better. The porch lights of our houses appeared and I pushed in the clutch one last time.

  “One more lap?” she asked. “This is kind of fun.”

  The temperature dropped while we continued to lap the subdivision. The rain/snow mixture turned into fat fluffy flakes and was quickly accumulating on the road. The song Body Like a Back Road came on the radio and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been written about the woman beside me. She was curvy in all the right places. Well, at least all the places I had felt so far. “Hey, co-pilot. Turn this one up.”

  “Country, Dean? Really?” She raised her eyebrows.

  “It’s a great song.”

  Amber reached and turned up the volume. We fishtailed around the corner and she squealed and grabbed the holy shit bar above the door. “Do that again.” She was breathless.

  Three fishtail turns later we were back on Butternut Street. “Are you ready for the grand finale?” I asked.

  She screwed her brow at me. “Grand finale?”

  “I’m going to need my hand for this one.” To my poor fingertips, the temperature in the car seemed like the arctic compared to the haven between Amber’s legs. I glanced into all the mirrors to ensure there were absolutely no other cars on the road and jammed on the emergency brake.

  The SUV whipped around like a spinning carnival ride, its lights flashing on our houses then to the houses across the street. I released the brake and revved the engine, completing our three-sixty spin, and then pulled into my driveway.

  “Holy shit.” Amber was breathless. Her eyes were wide and for a second, I worried that I had terrified her. “That was incredible,” she gushed. “Where did you learn to do that?”

  “A few too many nights messing around in empty parking lots,” I laughed. “When I moved to Laketown, I wasn’t used to driving in the snow. After getting pulled out of the ditch five hundred times that first year, I decided to take control and figure it out.”

  “Do you think I could learn how to do that?”

  I put the car in park and shut off the engine. “Of course you can. Although, the emergency brake turn is more of a move that you do when you’re showing off for a girl.”

  Illuminated by the light from the front of my garage, she looked radiant. I reached and cupped her cheek with my palm. She clicked out of her seatbelt and pushed into me. Her nose was cold but her lips were warm. She kissed me hungrily, and the adrenaline from the drive was nothing compared to the shot that rushed through my body when our tongues met. This wasn’t a sweet kiss. We were hungry for each other.

  The sensation of her cool fingertips on my neck sent shivers through my whole body; the good kind of shivers. My cock throbbed under my suit pants. I shifted to try to give it some relief, which worked until Amber slid her hand down the front of my jacket and those cool fingers landed on my pants. The pulsing intensified, threatening to burst the zipper on my pants.

  “Dean,” she breathed into my mouth. “Were you avoiding me this week?”

  “Why?” I didn’t answer, I was trying too hard to keep the situation in my pants under control. “Were you avoiding me?” I countered, and it came out grunt-like.

  She nipped at my bottom lip before replying. “Yes.”

  “Why?” The lack of blood in my brain seemed to have seriously limited my vocabulary.

  She eased back into her seat but kept one hand on my knee. “We’re neighbors. I was worried that we’d do… this.” She pointed at me and then to herself.

  I cleared my throat and tried to shift my cock away from my zipper. “I was worried too.” I managed to croak. “Amber. It could be a mistake, but I want you to know, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. There’s something about you. It’s so weird, it’s like I know you.”

  “I feel the same way.”

  “And, we don’t have to do… this.” I mimicked her pointing back and forth. “But I want to do this.” I kissed her gently. “And I want to know this.” I placed my hand on her puffy jacket. I hoped that she knew that I meant her heart, not her perfect tits.

  “Dean.” She kissed me this time and let her lips linger on mine. “Shut up.”

  She slid her hand down the front of my button-down shirt and popped open the metal hooky thing, I don’t know what the hell it’s called, the damn thing that keeps my pants closed, she popped that open and slid down the zipper. Freed from the suit pants, my cock tented out my boxer briefs beneath. Thankfully, her fingers had warmed up because she slipped them into the opening and my cock was met with open air. But only for a second. She kissed me on the lips, and then the warmth of those lips met the tip of my manhood. I gasped and my legs instantly started to tremble as she took all of me into her mouth and throat. Goosebumps erupted over my entire body and I gripped the steering wheel tightly over her head. She paused and looked up at me from beneath her thick lashes. “Dean,” she whispered the hot air from her breath swirling around my dick. “It’s time for you to get...” She didn’t finish her sentence. I didn’t ask what it was time for me to get because the warmth returned, and as much as I tried to hold back, I wanted the sensation to last as long as humanly possible. I gasped as Amber sucked and bobbed, and it was my turn to hold the holy shit bar as I groaned, my legs trembling as I came, my feet pushing into the floor of the SUV, my body arching with the intensity of the wave of pleasure that surged through me.

  Panting, it took at least a minute for the stars to clear from my vision. “That was incredible,” I gasped. I grabbed Amber’s face and kissed her hard. She held onto my wrists but pulled back to look at me, our eyes locked together. The next kiss was tender. This time when she pulled back, the glint had returned to her eye. Her dimple appeared along with a wry smile. “Dean, from now on, that’s a snowblowie.”

  Ten

  Amber

  The snow crunched under our boots as Dean walked me to my front door. My gloved hand felt so small in his. The flakes of snow had been growing larger throughout the evening, and when we finally emerged from Dean’s SUV, it was completely covered in a blanket at least two inches thick. The windows had completely steamed up and only when my teeth started chattering did we step out into the night.

  Flakes swirled in the light from the garage and I brushed the shoulders of Dean’s jacket as he turned to face me. He took my hands in his. “This night has been magical, Amber, for so many reasons.”

  If it had been any other man, an internal eye roll on my part would have ensued, but my intuition told me that Dean was sincere. Partly because I felt it too. He was different, and like him, I’d never felt this way about someone before either.

  “You’re so cheesy, Dean Covington.” I swatted at the lapel of his jacket.

  As he looked down at our hands a crimson blush spread along his jawline and disappeared beneath the collar of his dress shirt.

  “And I love it,” I added. And when the sides of his mouth turned up into a small smile, I was glad I did.

  Even though I lived steps away, he insisted on walking me home. Instead of walking to the street, we hopped over the growing snowbank between our driveways. It might be a mistake, but the feeling I had inside like I was eight years old creeping down the stairs on Christmas morning. What was the worst-case scenario? I’d just move away. Again.

  “Would you like to come in for a drink?” I asked.

  “I could kick this damn door down,” he growled into my neck. “But I want to make sure you don’t feel like we’re rushing things.”

  I wanted to say it was probably too late for that, seeing as how I’d just gone down on him. I’d never done anything like that before in my life, and it had taken all of my restraint not to slide out of my leggings, slip my panties to the side and mount the coach in his driver’s seat.

  Instead of answering, I kissed him again, wondering how long my heart could keep beating at its current million-mile an hour pace. “I don’t feel like we’re rushing. I’ve waited an entire week for this.” I punched in the code on my front door and the two of us spilled into the entryway of my house, snow falling to the floor around us. I couldn’t stop kissing him. He tried to pull away, but I stepped into him, pressing my chest into his.

  He laughed, “Hold on, Florida. Look.” He turned me by my shoulders and I realized that the door was wide open. We were making out like high school kids. Snow had drifted onto the entryway mat and settled around our boots.

  Dean stepped away from me and shut the door. Leading me by the hand, Dean ordered me to sit on the bottom step of my staircase. He lifted my foot and unlaced my clunky winter boots, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of his massive boots.

  He straddled my body, kneeling on the tread of the stair on either side of me. The weight of his chest pushed my back flat against the staircase. I had already had him inside my mouth, so I knew firsthand how big and perfect his cock was, and feeling those eight inches pressed against my body sent a rush of warmth to my lower abdomen. I wanted Dean inside of me.

  Any other time or day, I would have realized just how uncomfortable the staircase was underneath me, but tonight I couldn’t feel it. I arched my back, pressing my shoulders into the hardwood while I tried to take Dean’s suit jacket off. He shrugged out of it while I worked on the buttons of his shirt. When the jacket was tossed to the side and I was down to the bottom button, he slid my coat off my shoulders and slipped his hands underneath my long-sleeved t-shirt, my arms coming over my head as he slid the shirt over my head. Goosebumps prickled across my chest beneath my white silk bra and at that moment I wished I’d put on a sexier one.

  “Amber,” Dean growled. He rolled his thumb over the silk covering my puckered nipple. “You’re so damn sexy.” He kissed my collarbone. I shivered as his beard tickled my chest as he kissed the space between my breasts. Then I felt the warmth of his lips through the fabric of my bra and the intense heat on my nipple was almost too much. I moaned and writhed as he tickled his way across my chest to the other breast.

  By now I knew how his pants worked and quickly undid them, pushing them down with my socked feet. Dean stepped out of his fancy dress pants and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and kissed my back where it had been pressed into the stairs. “Let me take you somewhere more comfortable.”

  “You could make love to me on a bed of nails and I wouldn’t notice,” I whispered into his ear. “But I have memory foam upstairs.”

  He swept me off my feet, literally. When the bare skin of our chests met for the first time it felt like two puzzle pieces coming together, fitting perfectly. “What about that drink?” I asked.

  “Fuck the drink.” He kissed me and then took the stairs two at a time.

  It didn’t take long for us to get completely naked. I trailed my fingers down Dean’s six-pack and slipped my hands around his waist. He was at least eight inches taller than me so I had to stand on my tippy toes if I wanted to feel his cock between my legs. He filled the gap between my thighs but didn’t move to push inside of me. The build-up was killing me and the slickness between my thighs was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I grabbed his ass and pushed his hips toward mine, silently urging him to take me. Instead, he pressed his hand into my chest and walked me to the edge of my bed before pushing me down onto the linen duvet.

  “Make love to me, Dean,” I coaxed as I writhed. I couldn’t take not having him inside me one more second.

  He didn’t respond. Instead, he knelt on the floor at the foot of my bed. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. I could feel the heat of his breath on my inner thighs followed by the scratch of his beard. I was glad I was lying down, I’m pretty sure my legs would have given out. Dean kissed up my thighs until he couldn’t kiss any higher. I wasn’t sure who came faster, Dean in the driveway, or me on the duvet, the fabric balled into my fists as waves of my orgasm rushed through my body.

  “I could do that all night long,” Dean said from between my legs. I quivered as he kissed me again, the aftershock of my orgasm leaving me hyper-sensitive.

  He stood up and was silhouetted by the hallway light. He was ready to go again and after catching my breath, so was I. I slid to the edge of the bed and pulled him to me, kissing his taut lower abs as his body reached my face. His hand lingered in my hair and I turned my cheek to his belly and looped my arms around his waist, holding him tightly against me in a hug. He stepped back and pulled me to my feet and together we walked around the bed. Dean peeled back the duvet and grabbed the throw pillows in one hand and tossed them on the ground. He gestured for me to get in and then slid in beside me.

  Instead of making love, Dean pulled me tightly to him, our bodies melding together to the point where I didn’t know where mine stopped and his started. I rocked my hips against his, my not-so-subtle way of letting him know what I wanted next. He stroked my cheek with his thumb and kissed me. “We’ve got plenty of time for that, Florida.”

  He wanted to fucking cuddle. I couldn’t believe it. Was the man a unicorn? Was I a horndog for wanting more? I nestled into his neck and let him hold me tightly. I was protected, warm, and satisfied, and I wondered if this is what heaven felt like.

  We drifted off entwined together. I usually needed space to fall asleep, but that night, as the snow piled up outside my bedroom window, I slept as I’d never slept before, sound in the knowledge that I knew exactly why I had moved to Laketown. It had been to find Dean Covington.

  Eleven

  Dean

  In the winter, the light is usually gray, but this morning the bedroom was lit in a way it had never been before. I blinked and realized that’s because I wasn’t in my bedroom. I was in Amber’s and she was breathing lightly against my chest. My morning wood was stronger than ever, but even though I wanted her more than I wanted to win the cup this year, I knew that it was going to be worth the wait.

  She was worth it.

  I retracted my arm from underneath her and tried to shake some life back into it as I headed into the bathroom. After an awkward hard-on piss, I splashed some water on my face and checked the time on my watch. It was late.

  “Shit,” I muttered. “I rushed into the bedroom but could only find my boxer briefs and socks.

  Amber murmured and squinted her eyes as I patted the duvet looking for my clothes. “Dean?” she asked.

  I rushed to the side of the bed and kissed her. “I can’t find my clothes.”

  “The stairs.” She rubbed her eyes and sat up amongst the rumpled sheets. I kissed her again and hopped on one leg as I pulled on my boxer briefs. I checked my watch again, it was 9:20. Chloe’s practice was at ten. She was due to be dropped off at any minute now. Could he explain what he was doing at the neighbor's house at nine in the morning on a Saturday? He heard footsteps behind him.

  “Dean, is everything okay?” Amber leaned over the railing as she tied a silky-looking robe around her waist.

  “Chloe, she’s going to be back soon. I don’t want her to see…”

  Amber stopped at the top of the stairs and crossed her arms across her chest. She bit her lip like she wanted to say something, but then rushed by him and picked up his rumpled pants from the floor. She handed him the pants and shook out the dress shirt.

  I got dressed as fast as I could, ramming the shirt into the waistband of my pants. I stuffed the socks in the pocket of my suit and shoved my bare feet into my winter boots.

  “I understand,” Amber said. “I guess I hadn’t thought that far ahead, to…”

  “My daughter.” I hadn’t either. Chloe and I didn’t talk about Kira very often, but I always assumed that Chloe would want us to get back together. “Last night was incredible.” I hated rushing out of Amber’s house, it felt dirty. We should be lounging in bed together, having lazy morning sex, and making coffee in our underwear.

  Amber smoothed out the front of my shirt. “Dean, your buttons, they’re…wrong.” She started to undo my shirt. “There’s no time.” I got into my jacket and zipped it up. “Amber, I…”

  I didn’t know what to say. I wanted this woman in my life. I really did, it’s just, there was someone else in my life I had to think about. “Let’s talk later.” I kissed her on the cheek and rushed out of her house like it was on fire.

  About thirty seconds too late.

  Olive’s dad’s car was idling in the driveway and I could see Chloe undoing her seatbelt. I grabbed the shovel from Amber’s porch and walked to our driveway, thankful that I hadn’t parked in my own. Chloe knew that I helped Amber with the snow. Maybe the shovel would be explanation enough.