Before I even open my eyes, I know Iâm not in my own room. The bed is way too comfortable, and I seem to have my own personal heater. Opening my eyes, the first thing I see is Phoenix, who Iâm wrapped around. This brings a smile to my face. What a way to start the day. What girl wouldnât want to wake up wrapped around her own personal mountain man?
After enjoying the sight of him for a moment, I slowly attempt to maneuver out of bed. When I try to move his arm off me, he just tightens his hold. I change gears, moving my legs off and slowly sliding from under his arm, which works. After finger combing my hair, I decide itâs the best itâs going to get, but still looks like a wild mess.
I head into the kitchen, poking around a bit, and deciding to make him breakfast. Omelets and bacon and some quick biscuits. I also get the coffee going.
Iâm standing in front of the stove, waiting to flip the last omelet when strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. Phoenix kisses my bare shoulder where the shirt has slipped down and presses his hard, muscled body to my back, including his very hard cock.
âI didnât like waking up to an empty bed,â Phoenix murmurs against my neck.
âYou had a death grip on me, so I had to use my best ninja skills to get out so I could make you breakfast. If you hadnât woken up, I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.â
âWaking up to you cooking breakfast for me is second best.â
After he sits down, I begin plating everything and set it at the kitchen island for us to eat. He pulls my chair as close to him as he can get it and wraps one arm around me, holding me to his side. Itâs as if he canât keep his hands off me. I like it a lot, so I snuggle into him.
âThere was something I wanted to ask you,â I say, suddenly nervous about putting words to the thoughts that have been swirling around my head all morning.
Itâs been like pulling teeth to get him to open up, and I know itâs the same for me. We both have so much in our pasts weâd rather keep buried. But at some point, we also know we have to talk about things. If I ask Phoenix questions, I have to be open to answering his questions.
âWhatâs that?â
My nerves are on high alert, and there are millions of butterflies in my stomach. My fight or flight is shouting to run away or, at least, abort and change the subject. Pull off something silly and keep the mood light.
Instead, I take a deep breath and jump off the cliff. âWhy did you stop when we were kissing last night in bed?â
His grip on my hip tightens, and he takes a moment to finish the food in his mouth before answering me. Every second that ticks by feels like an hour, and I almost get up and start cleaning the kitchen for something to do.
âYou know my story. I didnât date in school, and I havenât dated since Iâve been out here either.â
I think heâs going to add more to explain what heâs trying to say, but he doesnât. Maybe I donât have enough coffee in me because it takes longer than it should to put the pieces together. If he hasnât dated, does that mean he hasnât done other things? Guys have one-night stands all the time. Iâm sure there isnât a lack of tourist women in the summer who would love a vacation fling with a sexy mountain man like him. Surely he isnâtâ¦
âAre youâ¦?â Not sure how to ask, I pause.
âIâm a virgin. Hell, you were my first kiss since we appear to be having this discussion.â He starts to remove his arm like heâs going to crawl back into his shell.
But Iâm not going to let him.
I grab his arm and snuggle into him even more. I wait for him to relax before I go on. âIâm honored to have been your first kiss, and if it helps, I would never have guessed it was your first. Youâre a really good kisser.â
His face turns from pink to bright red, not just red, but bright tomato red.
I rest my head on his shoulder. âI like that youâre a virgin, too. A part of you no one else has gotten. If you choose to go that far with me, Iâd be honored. But I wonât push you. Just know if and when youâre ready, Iâm ready. Actually, Iâm ready all the time around you.â
His breathing quickens. âYou are?â
I move his hand from around me and slowly up my thigh. His eyes are glued to where his hand is disappearing under the shirt. When his fingers come into contact with my bare pussy, he inhales sharply but doesnât say a word.
I spread my thighs in invitation. âFeel how wet I am? Iâm always like this around you.â
His eyes shoot to mine. Slowly, he moves his fingers against my clit, and it feels so damn good. He doesnât miss a single thing. Based on my reactions, he adjusts his movements, and in no time at all, heâs driving me crazy. When he slides a finger into me, my restraint slips. I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensations heâs causing.
When I open my eyes again, heâs still watching me, but thereâs a small smile on his face. Yeah, heâs pretty freakinâ good at this, and now he knows it. I try to hold back my orgasm to allow him time to play, but itâs like he knows what Iâm doing, and he doubles his efforts.
I give in and grab the counter in front of me as I come. He doesnât stop moving, drawing my orgasm out until Iâm over-sensitive. Only then does he pull his fingers from me and bring them to his mouth, licking them clean.
âWow,â he says, leaning forward to kiss me softly. âThat wasâ¦â
âAmazing,â I finish breathlessly.
He presses his forehead to mine. âI should check the road for you.â
He doesnât move, and neither do I. Neither one of us likes the idea of me leaving right now.
He got to play, and now I want to take my turn. But when I reach for his hard cock, he grips my wrist and stops me. Bringing my hand up to his mouth, he places a kiss on the center of my palm. His lips are soft, and my hand tingles from his touch. The gesture is so sweet and caring. I donât think anyone has ever given me this kind of attention.
He looks up and his eyes lock with mine. The air around us seems to sizzle for a moment before he clears his throat. âI was thinking of going hunting again today.â
Though I want to go, this time I want to go for me. Not for the book, or photos. I want to go and learn. Maybe fool myself that this could be my life someday. Lord knows I want it bad enough.
âIâd like to go with you. This time I want to learn to hunt. No camera.â
When I mention leaving the camera at home, a brilliant smile takes over his face. âLetâs do it.â He scoops me up into his arms.
Gasping, I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to his room, and we get ready to head out. I put on my clothes from yesterday and he loans me some camouflage. Itâs like weâve been doing this for years. Getting ready to go out together is so easy and fun. For a moment, I wonder if this is a brief glimpse of a life I might have, and I know right then I want it more than anything.
After getting everything together, we go outside, and Phoenix gives me a quick lesson on using the hunting rifle in case I need it for protection. Then weâre off to a different meadow to the one he showed me the last time. It isnât long before I realize this trip is more about spending time with me, and me not leaving today, than it is about our hunting.
âIf you wanted to spend more time with me, you could have just said so. I didnât want to leave either,â I tell him.
The shy smile I love covers his face. If he only knew the things that smile does to my body, heâd use it daily as a weapon against me. Iâm so turned on Iâd let him throw me down in the mud and have his way with me if he just gave me that smile.
âWill you stay for dinner again tonight? Tomorrow, Iâll go check the roads for you.â
I nod in reply, taking his hand as we leisurely walk back to the cabin. âSo, tell me. What are winters like up here? From what Iâve heard, tourists stop passing through around Labor Day, so there are probably fewer people.â
âYeah. Though, we get winter tourists starting in December or after our first big snow. Theyâre the people who like winter sports, but itâs nowhere near like it is now. The guys and I normally get snowed in for most of the winter, so we prep and plan for that. We plan so we donât have to make it to town until spring. None of us like fighting the mountain because it ices over and can be treacherous.â
âDo you have a snowmobile to get around with?â
âOf course. Otherwise, thereâs no way I could stay in the cabin for months on end. In the workshop, I have a stockpile of wood so I can keep working. Come spring, I always have a large load of stuff ready to take down to the shop.â
âDo you think Jack would be willing to see if some of my prints sell? I can frame them. Maybe include some local shots?â
âI think thatâs a great idea. Tourists love local stuff. Things to take home to remind them of their time here. Itâs why Jackâs shop does so well.â
âIâll run it by him and see what he thinks.â
We talk more on our way to the cabin, and he seems to relax more and more with each step we take.
As for me, each step feels more and more like home, and thatâs a dangerous feeling.
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