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The heat of the fire penetrated their bones and soon merged with the brandy's warmth. Their laughter grew softer, and they held hands while they sipped their second drinks. The fire's soft light cast moving shadows over her face, and with her hand she brushed her hair slightly forward over her neck.

His eyes glowed with his appreciation of her and he leaned forward over the small table to kiss her softly on the lips. "The light does you justice here," he whispered, "you are just beautiful. I'd like to hold you. Would you like that?"

She would, she thought, she would. She stretched in her chair, conscious of the way his eyes followed her, the way her clothes clung to her body as she felt the warmth of desire fill her. She pressed her leg against his under the table, answering him with a pleasantly teasing voice.

"Why?" she answered, "Is that what's on your mind? You'd like your arms around me? What if I wanted to put mine around you? Do you think you'd like that too?" She enjoyed bantering with him like this, reflecting his seductiveness back at him.

Though she pretended to speak flippantly to him, the truth was that she was enjoying the seduction. The Inn was safe, and she could call off their game anytime she wanted to. But she liked it. She could feel her nipples hardening and the heat of desire spreading deep within her, and she would have loved to hold him in her arms and open her legs and allow him to enter her. She wanted to feel him slide deep inside, filling her as she clung to his length, savoring him with the depths of her body.

She wondered if he noticed. She didn't want to be too obvious--but on the other hand, she thought to herself, she couldn't think of any reason why not.

She knew that she was a good lover, that her body pleased herself at the same time that it pleased her man, and that she could savor lovemaking for hours. And something in his eyes made her suspect that he was like her--someone who could enjoy physical closeness and mingle lovemaking with the intimacy of shared thoughts and words.

She thought she'd check on her perception, just for fun, just for dangerous fun. "What time did you say you had to be back? You never did say. Or are we going to be stuck here all night?"

He did not answer her directly.

"Lean back like that again," he said, "I like to see you stretch...like a cat. Sweet muscle and bones under a soft surface. Of course I'd like you to hold me. That's why I asked. But what's on your mind? All night? Are you trying to scare me?" His eyes twinkled as he reached over to touch her cheek. "All night doesn't seem so bad. They have all we need here in the Inn, I guess.

"And since you ask," he continued, "it does look like snow, sometime. It might even be coming tonight. You never know." He laughed softly, looking directly into her eyes.

"Yes, it does seem like snow at that," she said, with a hint of melodrama, "it does look like we could be snowed in. Trapped with one another. How could we stand it? Would we go out of our minds, cabin fever? Or would we sustain ourselves through the long winter, somehow, with bear rugs and campfires, a Hardy Survival Team in the Frozen North?

"I've got another idea, though--how about another brandy? In case we need to be rescued, we've got to be prepared. You're right about that snow, you just never know."

She was enjoying the little drama, and she liked the idea of getting slightly high from the brandy. She knew that if they were to make love that it would be good, and she knew that she liked him and that he liked her. So why not? And if they didn't, they could enjoy the danger of their desire together.

It was dark out now, and the Inn's lights were dim. She reached up to unfasten the top two buttons of her blouse, letting him see her do it. She looked into his eyes, as directly as he had looked at her. "If you're going to be snowbound," she said, "you've got to be ready for anything. Let's have that brandy."