Page 93 of The Cabin

He chuckles, but his gaze is very distracted. “When you were snooping around my cabin?

“Yeah.” I smile.

He nods, eyes traveling up my legs. “I remember.”

“I could barely think straight. I remember thinking that you were hands down the sexiest man I had ever seen in real life or in movies.” His expression goes serious. He wasn’t expecting me to say that. I’ve never said anything like this to him and I’m going to fix that.

“I was tripping over my words and saying the most ridiculous things because all I could focus on were your eyes and the way your muscles rippled with every. single. thing. you did.”

He opens his mouth but I hold a finger up. “And then I fell and you carried me back to my cabin and I didn’t know where to look. We were so close and you smelled so good. I just wanted to close the distance and lick up your jaw, lick anywhere you’d let me.”

His grip on my ankle tightens and he starts rubbing up and down my leg, getting as high up as our current position allows. “And when you got on your knees to wrap my ankle? I almost died. I almost passed away right there. This big, strong, sexy lumberjack knelt at my feet. It was too much to even attempt to process.”

I take a moment to study him, give him a sultry smirk. “I watched you for days. Chopping wood and hammering and drinking so goddamn indecently out of those freaking water bottles.”

His eyebrows raise up and I laugh a little. “I had just started reading smut and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never, ever thought of myself as sexual or sexy or anything. And those books had me feeling things I hadn’t felt in… maybe forever. And one day I realized how my body was responding to them, and you were up there slowly tearing me apart, and I ran back to my cabin so I could touch myself thinking about you just to make the ache go away.” He bites his lip and his free hand is clenched so hard his knuckles are no longer the same color as his skin.

“What did you think about?” His voice is pitched low, gravelly, it’s like I can feel it caressing up my body.

“Mmm. I thought about you bending me over one of the tree stumps you needed to chop. Spreading my legs and letting my arousal drip down my thighs.” I squeal when he rips me down by my ankles and gets over top of me.

“What else, Sol?” He’s grinding into me in slow, languid rolls of his body.

“I…I thought about screaming your name into the open air of the woods while you split me in two like you were splitting all that fucking wood every day.”

There’s a wicked gleam to his eyes. “What did I do to you?”

“You slammed into me from behind, over and over again until I came all over your magic fucking cock.”

“Is that how you like it, baby? From behind?” I have very unfortunately (not so unfortunate, actually, I am living the dream) lost control of this situation. But I think it’s the thought that counts. I started this. And he may be in control of it now, but I’m going to keep up my efforts as best as I can.

“Yes,” I breathe.

Climbing off of me, Grayson lifts me off the couch and places me in front of the arm rest. He puts a hand in between my shoulder blades and bends me down so my chest is on the couch cushion. I have to wriggle around a little to get situated so my stomach isn’t being crushed.

His hands run up and down my back, under my shirt, along my sides. There’s a quick, sharp smack on my ass and I buck against the couch.

“How did you touch yourself?” He’s back to grinding into me, this time against my ass. His pace is excruciating and the way his dick is brushing my underwear tells me exactly how much he wants to rip both our bottoms off.

“I massaged my tits and twisted my nipples.”

“Do it.” Yes, yes, yes. Did I name him Dominant, Commanding, or Demanding Grayson? Doesn’t matter, you get the point.

I obey, playing with my breasts from outside my shirt. My legs start to jostle around, feeling impatient.

“And what else, baby?” With my face pressed directly into the couch I groan into the fabric. Something snaps in me when he calls me that.

His fingers are playing with the straps of my underwear, dipping under them, snapping them against me. “I fucked my fingers and rubbed my wetness over my clit.”

Another slap on my ass. “How hard did you come?”

“So hard my legs were shaking. And the second I came?”

“What happened?”

“You knocked on my door and I had to sit in a truck with you, knowing what I did, still soaking wet with my cum, and pretend like nothing happened when all I could do was think about how bad I wanted to do it again, but this time withyourfingers.”

Riiiiiiip. My underwear falls in pieces onto the floor and Grayson’s face is between my legs in a heartbeat. The abruptness has me yelping, turning into a needy pile of nerves above him.

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