Her desire to seek his body heat amhad distracted herself from the organ that had slipped under her. She’d moved so close she was practically sitting on his lap, but the thought was easily ignored when both his throbbing member and his strong arm around her offered exactly what she so desperately needed. Whatever kindness she offered she took as a ploy to humiliate her further, but when she realized what was pressed so firmer between her hips, the blush that appeared she had no control over.<br/><br/>His proximity, for the time being, was a little less revolting than she had expected and when he leaned into to smell her hair she didn’t immediately cringe. Instead, she remained clothed in his warmth, pressed into his massive chest and essentially riding his hot member.<br/><br/>The grunt that left his chest brought her back to reality and reminded her of who exactly was behind her. What he’d done came flooding back, anger and hatred welling up in her throat all over again. Even through the fabric between them, it was clear what her options were. Freeze to death right before his eyes, or find even ore warmth. For as much as she gets him, self-preservation rang superior over her unruly, stubborn nature.<br/><br/>Yet, she didn’t move, except to allow a few inches of space between her back and his chest. She cowered behind the felt, uncertain about either of of her choices.<br/><br/>“Then do it.” Was her childish response. If he did so, she’d be able to shift. Even if he forced her to follow his horse, at least she’d be warm and not reliant on him for such simply needs.