Sharper Image Heating Blanket Novels & Stories

No more funding his charade. She stripped the bed, bundling the sheets into the laundry hamper. Fresh ones from the shelf replaced them, the fabric crisp against the mattress. Sitting on the edge, she traced the outline of the hickeys with her fingertips, each tender spot a testament to her agency. Riven's hands had explored with purpose, drawing responses that contrasted Thorne's selfish encounters.

Even I couldn't stop but got turned on every time I looked at my nipples. For the past couple of nights, one of the things I tried to relieve myself from the heat was playing with my nipples. I would tweak them, pinch them, and then pull them, hoping that it would help in lightening the lust that had been enveloping my body. It didn't work though. The only thing it did was make my nipples puffy and more sensitive than they already were. Even its shade had become different because of how much I had been playing with it. From its naturally pink color, it became red.

"Smokeless. Odorless. The Tundra scouts won't see a thermal bloom on their sensors if I keep the pitch low." "Where the f**k did a hospital pharmacist get tactical-grade heat-gel?" Richard asked. He leaned toward the blue glow, his hands out. The trembling slowed, but the grey tint around his mouth remained. "That’s black-market tech. Spec-ops stuff." "I told you. I wasn't at a hospital for five years." Joshua reached into his bag and pulled out a thin, crinkled sheet of silver-and-gold foil. He walked to Richard and threw it at his face. "Put that on. It’s a thermal medical blanket. It’ll trap ninety percent of your body heat."

I collapse against him, my lungs begging for oxygen while I try to wade through the haze. Sweat is slick on my skin, the windows of the SUV are foggy from the aftermath of our activities. The heat dissipates leaving a slight chill, goosebumps sprouting along my arms from the temperature chain. Noticing my shivers, Fletcher wraps the blanket around my shoulders, and pulling me closer to him so I can soak in his warmth.

She was Alpha Hunt’s daughter, I should remember that and stop letting the mate bond blur my judgment. I laid back on the bed the right way, trying to settle, and felt it: a soft, cold current running through my bones where the blanket no longer protected me. The mattress’s warmth bled away to the night air. My body shivered. Shit. It was colder than I’d expected. Hastily I slid open the bedside drawer, grabbed the thermostat remote and bumped the heat up to its usual setting. Much better. "Will she be fine with the blanket over her head now that the heat’s increased?" Jax murmured in my mind, like an impatient shadow.

I refused to look there, the heaven I had touched today because I really was not a pervert to gaze at her while she was out cold. I managed to pull the t-shirt over her and then closing my eyes I pulled her shorts up over her beautiful, long and toned legs. Yup, I totally noticed her legs, after all, I was not a saint. When I was fine, I turned on the room heater and settled it on the bedside stool facing it toward her. I slipped beside her, pulled the blanket over us and then dragged her into my embrace, holding her tight to myself. Sharing my body heat with her.

Elion said. "How?" "Layers," Elion said. "Insulation. If you wear enough wool... it traps whatever heat you have." "I don't have enough heat to trap." "Then we add heat. Hand warmers. Hot water bottles. We tape them to your chest. Under your shirt." Cale looked at him. "You want to strap heaters to me?" "It's better than being dissected by the government." "It's risky. If a warmer fails... I go cold." "Then we change them every hour. I'll be your pit crew."

“100.5 Angela.” “Still low but at least it’s holding steady. We need to get him back in bed. I’ve turned everything down so it doesn’t cook him but instead of a sheet the bed is covered with a heated blanket, plus the two pillows and another heated blanket to cover him with. I’m hoping that he’ll sleep better if he’s warm.”

I helped Remy with his pants, rightening his jockstrap, before I turned on the lights and we both squinted as our eyes adjusted to the lights. "You can't seriously have me hard for the rest of our evening with our friends?" "Shh...don't be a brat. I have downloaded the app to control the vibrator plug inside you. The box said that it'll massage your prostate perfectly." I smiled mischievously when I saw the horror on his face. "Don't worry, we won't stay long and we'll go straight up to the president suite after this. You just have to plaster a happy smile."

She was just staring forward, shaking. I looked around, ah, there. I thought I had seen a space heater around here. I plugged it in on high to heat the bedroom. I helped her take her coat and shoes off. I wanted to comfort her but I didn’t know what she wanted. I didn’t want to do anything that might push her further away. I wrapped a blanket around her and checked the heater. It was barely enough to raise the temperature in this tiny room. I tried rubbing her gently, her hands in mine. They warmed a little but not enough.