Don't worry about whether you can do it, Bailey Bean. Just pretend you can. Pretend enough and it becomes real.

By the time they arrived, the snow was coming down fast...."It's beautiful," she said, pausing outside the door. She thrust out her hands and let the snow land on her palms."Yes, yes..." Reid seemed in a mighty big hurry to get her inside."How long did you say the storm would last?" she asked, thinking it would be so beautiful. The snow -- not being trapped with Reid Jamison.Reid hesitated. "Longer than either of us is going to like," he muttered, looking miserable.Jenna was afraid of that.

This had already been the best sex she'd ever had and all he'd done was touch her.

I know I'm the one who put limits on this... this thing," she said, and bit her lower lip, suddenly nervous. "But I'm pretty sure we're not quite done with each other." He looked at her for what felt like a long time. "You want another night." Still unable to take her eyes off his mouth, she didn't muzzle herself. "I want as long as it takes." He cupped her jaw, lifting her head up so that she was looking into his eyes again. "Don't make promises you can't keep." "What makes you think I can't keep it?" "Because you seem to like things one night at a time," he said in that low, sexy voice. "But no way is one more night going to be enough.

I've got a hot shower and an even hotter bed only ten minutes from here." "Hotter bed?" "It's got a heater in it." She narrowed her eyes. "It does not." "Hand to heaven," he said. She narrowed her eyes. "Does this 'heater' run on electricity?" "Nope.