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Mima’s eyes fluttered open and she stretched. Remembering the wild night she’d spent in Gabe’s arms, an impish grin lit her sleepy face. God, did he ever make love to her. He’d awakened her body to a level no man before him had even begun to reach. Every push, every moan and groan . . . all of it gave her a sense of belonging. He’d touched her as if he had the right, not tentatively, but possessively.
Two more days had passed since the first night they had sex. Weather around here had a funny way of snowing two people in. Although they passed the time leisurely, walking the property and fucking like bunnies, she sensed he was agitated about something. Maybe he was worried he’d lose his job. Radio communication was limited to none in this rough weather.
She didn’t feel so alone anymore. But when she reached across the bed to snuggle up to him, she felt nothing but blankets and his pillow.
She pushed up on her elbows.
Snowflakes floated down, blanketing the wilderness in white beyond the window. The yip and squeal of puppies playing outside marked a new day. What the day would bring, she wasn’t sure.
Thinking Gabe could be using the outhouse, she got out of bed, donned her nightshirt and padded to the door. Coffee was the first thing on the menu as it was every morning. But, before she reached the doorway, she paused, hearing his hushed voice. She stood just behind the door, listening to the conversation.
“. . . it’ll be fine . . . I’ll get it . . . is he pissed off?”
He must be using the radio. The voice on the other end sounded scratchy, and she couldn’t make out the other speaker’s words.
“I’m gonna need more time . . . no, she doesn’t know anything . . . well, what do you expect me to do? Fuck.”
Her heart fluttered up to her throat. The conversation didn’t sound like a simple message to a concerned boss, and what did he mean by “she doesn’t know anything?” She blew out a shaky breath and walked out into the open space, keeping her gaze focused on the kitchen.
From the corner of her eye she saw him straighten. “Good to know,” he said loudly. “I’ll be in touch.” And he turned the dial to the radio off and set the receiver back in its cradle.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Despite her growing fear, the endearment brought a warm blush to her cheeks. She turned to face him, putting her worries aside for the moment, and smiled. Her gaze traveled down his naked torso, and, once again, she saw the old battle wounds on his body. What did he do to be hurt in such a way?
Her brother’s pants hung low on his hips, giving him a sexy, lazy appearance.
“Sounds great. I already grabbed a bucket of snow and put it on the stove to melt. I didn’t know what else to do from there.”
She giggled. “You city boys have a lot to learn about the bush, eh?”
“Never said I was from the city.”
A chill slid up her back, and she straightened. “No, I guess you didn’t.” What am I doing? Pulling a man out of a wrecked plane and nursing him back to health was one thing, but sleeping with him? She didn’t even know him. She closed her eyes and exhaled a shaky breath, terrified of the danger she may have put herself in. There was a lot she didn’t know about him—which was partly her fault for not demanding answers.
Strong hands suddenly gripped her shoulders, and she jumped. “There you go sneaking up on me again.” She let out a shaky laugh.
His hands skimmed down her arms, making her skin tingle. “I never meant to scare you. But a man has to be stealthy sometimes . . . .” His hot breath seared a path on the back of her neck, and she shivered. How could he scare her and turn her on at the same time?
“Everything okay with your boss?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.
Maybe he’d be leaving now.
“Yeah. Could be another day or two before they can get me out of here . . . if I decide to leave.”
She spun around. “What?”
He shrugged, and his face took on a guilty expression. She stared at the sensual curve of his lips, how the bottom lip was fuller than the top. His five o’clock shadow had thickened over the past few days, and she liked how the roughness of it contrasted with the sparkle of his earrings. Then she looked up to his eyes, which were hooded with clear desire.
“Would it be crazy for me to say that I like it here? That I like you? It’s been over fifteen years since I had a vacation.”
What could she say? That she didn’t know if she could trust him? She was confused. Yes, they’d shared a few passionate nights and days together, and, yes, she felt a wild connection to him, but, after hearing that strange radio conversation, she didn’t know what to think.
“We don’t know anything about each other . . . .”
Gabe leaned down and captured her mouth, nearly bruising her lips with his blazing kiss. A whimper tore from her mouth, and she succumbed, weak from the power of his possession. Why? Why does he have to make it so easy to give in?
Gabe’s hand snuck past the hem of her night shirt and lifted it past her waist. She sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers slid between her pussy lips. Back and forth, he lit her fire. Mima gripped the kitchen counter, trapped between the wooden block and his hard body.
“What do you want to know about me?” he asked, pinching her clit between his fingers.
Mima gasped, momentarily forgetting the question. She pushed into his fingers, trying to get closer to that place of release. With each flickering caress to her sensitive clit, her body heated more, preparing itself for that pinnacle of ecstasy.
“I want to know everything about you.”
He played her chord harder, instigating a rush of heat and electricity, until her body shook and she fought to remain standing.
“Can I trust you?” He plunged a finger inside, crooking it up, stroking a place she didn’t even know existed. Is that the g-spot Mary always blabs about? Instant pleasure surged through her bones, her nerves, rendering her into mush. She clutched his shoulders and cried out as an orgasm hit her suddenly. He held onto her, driving his fingers deep and sure as she quivered and bucked around him, her heady juices trickling down her shaky thighs.
“Soon you’ll know everything,” he murmured, lifting his slick finger and tasting her juices.
“Oh, god.” To have him do that to her first thing in the morning electrified her mood. She dug her fingernails into his hard shoulders feeling drowsy with satisfaction.
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. She panted, startled by her own weakness in giving in so easily. His smile was devilish—victorious even.
And she knew at that moment she’d never say no to him. Whatever brought him here, and whatever made him want to stay, she’d allow herself to enjoy every minute. Why fight something so natural? She didn’t want to be alone anymore.
Gabe flicked his tongue across her lips and whispered, “You can trust me, beautiful. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, but I could give you everything you need.”
She looked down at the crotch of his pants, noting his straining erection. “Do you . . . um . . . do you want—”
“Nope. That was just for you. But I think you should show me how to make some good, old-fashioned coffee.” His playboy smile made her traitorous body tingle with need all over again.
She blushed and pushed past him, trying to concentrate. She needed a safe distraction from this devil in canvas pants. “Would you do me a favor?”
“Could you—how do you know my name?” She whirled around, stunned by his words.
Gabe smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “After you told me the story of your family, I put two and two together with that picture over there.”
She looked over to the table where the picture of her and her brother clearly labeled their names on the front and pursed her lips.
“I see. Well, Mr. Know-it-all, you can feed the dogs while I get coffee and breakfast made.” She gave him her best teasing smile. “If you plan to stick around for a vacation, then you need to earn the trust of my dogs.”
Gabe half-smiled and winked. “I’ll feed the dogs, and then I’ll feed you the bone later.” He reached out and pinched her nipple through her nightshirt, earning a shriek of surprise.
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