Page 50 of Staying for You

She taps her chin. “Well, wouldn’t you know it? Mine is, too.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “Convenient.”

“Isn’t it?”

She takes a step toward me and I wait, needing her to come to me. Something tells me my heart is more on the line here than hers. I’ll be the one left behind when she goes home. The one who has to look around and see memories of her everywhere I look. Her scent will cling to the cabin and I won’t want anyone else to rent it.

These are the things I’ve thought about since the moment I recognized my attraction to her wasn’t going away. So basically, from the second we met.

My hesitation and reason for pushing, protecting myself, and not wanting to start anything with her. I’m sure it makes me sound like a wuss, or maybe a little selfish, but it is what it is.

“I sure don’t want you to get bored with that free schedule of yours.”

“It would be a shame,” I agree.

Cami walks to me in her fuzzy bright green socks. Her legs are long and perfectly shaped. Not too slender. Strong enough that she could wrap them around my waist as I pin her against the door like I imagine doing. Damn, she’s biting her lip as she watches me taking her in.

“I think it’s time to see about one of those benefits, don’t you?”

“You sure about that?”

“Oh, I’m positive. You’ve been hanging out up here for three days after you promised me something. I’m here to cash in.”

She’s now standing right in front of me.

I don’t resist this time. I pull her to me and once she’s in my arms, I waste no time. I spin us both around, lift her up, and place her on the counter. She opens her legs and I step between them. Our mouths collide. Fireworks explode. We whimper and moan each other’s names and grapple for clothes.

That pent-up energy I was feeling?

Apparently it was sexual.

All of it.

Every last little bit of it because right now, I can’t stop myself. And I don’t want to.

Outside I hear thunder, which should make me worried because thunder snow means we’ll be getting one helluva snowstorm. It only stirs my desire for her even more. I want to feel her wrapped around me more than anything. Maybe we’ll be snowed in, unable to do anything but… each other.

“Was that thunder?” she asks when I leave her mouth and trail kisses over that shoulder I’ve been lusting over for the past few minutes.

“Mm hmm.”

“In the winter?”

She really wants to talk weather right now? Now?!

“Yup.”

“Is that… normal?” she asks but barely squeaks the last word out because she’s fighting against a groan and her head is falling back, her legs are tightening around my waist and pulling me in closer to her. She smells freaking amazing. My fear of her scent surrounding me after she leaves is no longer a fear. I want it around me forever.

“It’s fine. We’ll talk about it later, okay?” I’m panting and don’t want to stop but even more I want to spend some time in my bed with her.

Instead of asking, I lift her off the counter and those thighs that I justknewwere strong enough to hold on to me are proving how so very right I am as she clings to me. I manage to take three steps then stop because she’s very distracting. Her mouth is currently going to town on my neck, up my jaw, and cheek. She knows what she wants. And what she wants is my mouth back on her.

The second her tongue plunges inside my mouth, I almost crumble to the floor. My knees go weak and it takes great effort for me to stay standing.

One could argue that I’m having this reaction because it’s been a few years since I’ve been with a woman. I would argue vehemently against that. There’s no way just anyone would set me on fire like Cami does.

At the base of the stairs, I stop.

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