Of all the things she could’ve said.“Get real,” I grumbled, dropping back to the pillow and throwing an arm over my eyes.“I need more sleep.How long do I have before we?—”
“I’m not kidding.”She marched across the room and flung open the curtains.The light changed dramatically on the other side of my eyelids, making me open them in shock.
I couldn’t believe what I saw.The wind that had kicked up overnight brought a blizzard with it.“It wasn’t supposed to do this, was it?”I asked, watching the windblown snow sweep past the glass.
“No, it almost never storms like this in April.”She stood in front of the window with her hands on her hips, shaking her head like she expected Mother Nature to apologize.
“When are they plowing us out?”
“That’s the problem.”Throwing her hands into the air, she released a heavy sigh.“The shed’s inaccessible until somebody shovels it out, but I just checked the radar on my phone, and it looks like this is going to be coming down until at least noon, maybe later.They estimate more than two feet have already fallen, and we’ll get maybe another foot before it’s over.”
“Remind me to call you the next time I need a weather report.”
“Could you stop being a sarcastic prick for like three seconds?”she snapped.“We have a bunch of guests snowed in at the lodge.Of course, there’s plenty of food and everything up there.Thank God we’re the only ones staying in a cabin.”
Now that my brain was working, I saw the problem.“There has to be something worked out where we have a contingency plan in place for a situation like this.”
“I agree.Right now, they’re trying to find a free plow somewhere in the area that can get up here.The lodge is short-staffed since not many people can make it in.This is a hopeless fucking mess.”
It was, though, for a very different reason than the one making her tap her foot on the floor before she started to pace, arms wrapped around herself.“For one thing, we are supposed to be working up here,” she fretted.
“All of that can wait.It’s more important for them to take care of the guests down at the lodge at a time like this.”I would have loved to know who dropped the ball.No, I hadn’t the first clue it was supposed to snow like this, but someone should have been aware.There had to be a plan in place so this wouldn’t happen again.
“Yes, I know.”Her face fell when she turned toward me.It was like this was the first time she had seen me since she walked into the room.Until now, she hadn’t noticed I was naked under the blankets now bunched around my waist, leaving the upper half of my body exposed.
I looked down at myself, then back at her.“Is there a problem?”
Let her shake her head all she wanted.The bright color creeping up her neck, flooding her cheeks, told another story.“No.Of course not.”Still, she wasted no time leaving the room, almost slamming the door behind her.
“Afraid I’ll bite?”Why couldn’t I let it go?I considered the question as I pulled on a pair of loose, cotton pants, forgoing a shirt in favor of joining her in the main room, where she typed on her phone, ignoring me.
“At least the kitchen is stocked,” she muttered without looking at me.Either she hadn’t heard what I said, or she was determined to pretend she hadn’t.
That was one problem solved since my stomach growled audibly.She glanced my way finally, her gaze crawling over my chest and abs before she snapped her attention back to the phone.“Do you know how to build a fire?”
Who the hell cared about a fire?As hungry as I was for food, it was the sight of her in nothing more than a T-shirt and shorts that left me craving her until I could barely breathe.My hands flexed, eager to explore what I had barely gotten the chance to touch so far.The luscious brown locks flowing over her shoulders gleamed in the light flowing through the window.She lifted her head to look at me, arching an eyebrow.
I hadn’t answered her question because I couldn’t find my voice.
On the other hand, the tip of my nose was already getting cold, and the rest of my body would probably follow suit soon enough.“Sure, I’ll have this place warmed up soon.”It was something to do, at least, while she went to the kitchen and made way too much noise opening and closing cabinets and pulling out pots and pans.
There was only one thing I was interested in eating, even with my empty stomach growling loudly.There was nowhere to go, no hope of avoiding each other in the intimate cabin.I could antagonize her all I wanted over how skittish she seemed, but I was just as tormented.Why were we torturing ourselves?
I couldn’t remember why it seemed smart not to fuck her senseless.Any thoughts of complication dissolved in the face of sheer need.The little taste I’d gotten of her so far had done nothing but sharpen my appetite.
Soon, small flames licked the kindling I’d piled.Their light started to spread before the logs caught fire and sent out warmth.“We’ll be comfortable soon,” I called out while placing the grate in front of the fire.
One might say it was comfortable, but there was nothing comfortable about walking around with a permanent erection while a lifetime’s worth of unspoken words hung in the air.There was nothing to do now but look at her, and I did, taking in every curve, the way her body moved under her clothes.We came so damn close.My dick thickened while the memory of her moans and whimpers threatened to tear me apart.
How was I supposed to forget how easy it was to tap into the passion under the surface?
How was I supposed to deny myself what we both wanted?
“What about an omelet?”She was unaware of the way my gaze was locked on her.Either that, or she thought ignoring me would do any good.“It won’t be Michelin star or anything, but I know what I’m doing.”
I didn’t answer immediately, too deeply focused on her body as I approached the kitchen.Only when she glanced over her shoulder, scowling at my silence, was I able to find my voice.“Yeah.That’s fine.”
“Are you going to watch me?”Another look over her shoulder, this time paired with a derisive snort.“This isn’t a cooking show.Maybe you should go put some clothes on.”
