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  “How…how do you mean?” Her voice was already growing breathless and he thought again how incredibly sexy she was—and how good he wanted to make her feel.

  “I mean like this.” He rolled her under him, making her moan softly with surprise as he got into position between her thighs.

  She opened willingly for him and moaned again when Drew reached down and rubbed the length of his cock over her wet, open pussy before finding her entrance.

  “Easy this time, baby,” he murmured, sliding slowly into her channel. “Easy and slow.”

  “Drew!” she moaned as he found home inside her. “Oh, God.”

  Drew bracketed her head with his forearms and stared down intently into her eyes as he thrust inside her.

  “Mmm, you’re so beautiful, Gen,” he murmured, loving the way she looked in the dancing shadows and firelight. There was a softness to her face, an openness he didn’t think had been there before.

  Genevieve returned his gaze, her eyes dreamy and full of emotion as they drank each other in, joined completely in body and mind.

  There was no doubt in Drew’s mind anymore—he was in love with Genevieve Wells. He’d fallen in love with his boss which was probably an incredibly stupid thing to do. But damned if he could help loving her now that he knew the real Genevieve…and now that they’d shared their bodies as well as their hearts.

  Spiritual Soul Mates says they can help everyone find their soul mate and stick with them, he thought. Too bad I didn’t realize I was working with mine for so many years.

  He wanted to tell Gen how he felt—tell her he wanted her, wanted to be with her even after this weekend ended. But what if she didn’t feel the same? Or what if she didn’t want to continue their relationship because she felt it would be inappropriate at work?

  Drew wanted badly to tell her he loved her but he held back, made himself swallow the words that wanted to come out.

  I love you, Gen, he thought instead, staring into her eyes as they built their pleasure together. Love you so damn much! I wish this could never end…

  Chapter Ten

  “Rise and shine, beautiful. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and hopefully Mr. Bear has gone back to his den.”

  Drew’s cheerful voice brought her awake and the first thing Genevieve realized was that she was freezing.

  “It’s cold in here!” she complained, burrowing further down into the covers.

  “That’s because we’re out of firewood. We used it all up last night to keep from freezing.” He sat on the bed beside her and stroked a warm hand over her cheek. “Come on, baby—we need to get back to the resort. It’s past nine thirty and everyone is going to be wondering what happened to us.”

  “We’ll tell them the truth then—we almost got eaten by a freaking bear,” Genevieve grumbled, sitting up at last. “Ugh, my head!” She clutched at the side of her head as the bright sunlight lanced through the high windows right into her eyes.

  “Feeling sorry you drank half a bottle of wine last night?” Drew grinned at her, annoyingly chipper.

  “I only had two mugs-full,” Genevieve protested. “I’m just still tired. We were, uh, up late last night.”

  “So we were.” Drew gave her a meaningful look. “Very late.”

  “Um…” Genevieve could feel her cheeks getting hot. “I, uh…” She fumbled for words, not knowing what to say.

  “How about a little pick-me-up?” Drew said, changing the subject, much to her relief. He got up and came back with another one of the chipped china mugs.

  “What’s this?” Genevieve took it from him.

  “I found a little instant coffee in the cabinet and managed to boil some water before the last of the fire went out. It’s not great, but—”

  “Coffee is coffee—you’re my hero.” Genevieve sniffed the warm fragrant liquid and took a sip gratefully.

  “Hmm, if I would have known all it took was coffee to win me the hero status I might not have bothered fighting off the bear.” Drew grinned at her and Genevieve smiled back. She noticed that both of them were being careful not to dive too deeply into what they had done last night—she didn’t know if that was a bad thing or a good thing.

  Probably just a realistic thing, she told herself wistfully. We both know that no matter how good this weekend has been, it can’t last. Even if we might want it to. But did Drew want it to? Genevieve knew she certainly wished the overwhelming emotion that had been born between them last night could last—she could still remember the way Drew had taken her the second time…his long, slow, delicious thrusts as he pinned her gently but firmly to the bed and looked into her eyes while they made love. But that was an unrealistic wish and she knew it.

  “I guess it’s time to get going,” she said, finishing the coffee and starting to pull on her clothes.

  “Yup.” Drew was already dressed and waiting for her. He looked like he wanted to say something but in the end he just waited silently until she was ready to go.

  “Okay, well…” Genevieve finished getting dressed and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get the tangles out. At last she gave up. “All right, this is as good as it gets until we get back to Whispering Pines and I can get a shower,” she grumbled, straightening her sweater.

  “You look beautiful,” Drew murmured. He had unlocked the door and had his hand on the latch but he paused, looking at her for a long moment. “Gen, I…”

  “Yes?” She looked at him, her heart beating hard though she tried not to show her inner anxiety.

  “I…uh…” He sighed and shook his head. “I was just going to say Merry Christmas.”

  “Oh, it is Christmas, isn’t it?” It took Genevieve a moment to process—she usually didn’t do much for Christmas. “I…I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything,” she told Drew, rather lamely.

  “I wouldn’t say that.” He gave her a half-lidded look and Genevieve felt her cheeks getting hot again.

  “In that case I’d say it was a gift we gave each other,” she blurted. “Drew, I—”

  “Yes?” He was suddenly looking at her intently and Genevieve felt the words she’d been about to say desert her.

  “I….I was just worried about…wondering if the bear is still out there anywhere?” she said at last.

  “Oh.” Drew looked disappointed. “Well, you’d better let me go first in case Mr. Bear is still out there. He’s probably asleep in his den but just in case…”

  “Oh. Oh, of course.” Genevieve tried to smile though the expression felt fake on her face. She wished she hadn’t lost her nerve. If only she could be brave enough to admit how she was feeling! But what if Drew didn’t feel the same? She didn’t want to look like a fool. She wanted to try again, to say something else but Drew was already opening the door and looking cautiously out into the chilly woods.

  “Well, would you look at that,” he murmured, pulling the door open wider so she could see. “It snowed last night—at least a little.”

  “Did it?” Genevieve peered around him to see that the forest had been transformed by a thin but lovely blanket of white. “Oh, it’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed. “Everything looks fresh and brand new and frosted!”

  “Speaking of frosted, I wouldn’t mind a frosted donut or some Frosted Flakes right about now.” Drew put a hand to his stomach. “Last night’s cheese and crackers are all gone.”

  “Well, if there’s no sign of the bear let’s get down to the resort,” Genevieve said. “Hopefully we can slip in unnoticed and go straight to our room to shower and change. Maybe we can even get some room service.”

  “Sounds like a perfect morning.” Drew ran lightly down the porch steps and then turned and held out a hand to her. “It’s slippery,” he said, when Genevieve looked at him uncertainly. “Don’t want you to fall in your ridiculously inappropriate footwear.”

  “Ha-ha,” she said, but she took his hand anyway and felt a surge of emotion go through her when he entwined their fingers. He didn’t let go, either—they m