Chapter 7The snow and wind drove into my face and made their way under my collar, and I shivered.
“I hate getting snow down my neck,” I complained.
“Poor baby.” Mark pulled up my collar, and I stared into his face.
He was busy making sure my collar was snug under my throat and didn’t see my gaze drop to his mouth. His lips weren’t that distant. If I tipped my head back, if he leaned toward me…
“Let’s get to the car before you freeze your nuts off,” he growled.
My nuts. I drew in a breath. I imagined his hand cupping them while he nudged my legs further apart—
“I’m sorry, Quinn.”
I shook myself. “Excuse me?”
“Every place is going to be mobbed tonight. Maybe we can do this another time.”
“I’d like to do it tonight.”
Mark’s head shot up, and I felt the color rise in my cheeks. That
