by Amy Lamont
I turned and wound my arms around his neck. “I was just thinking I don’t remember the last time I felt this good.”
He leaned down and kissed me. His lips were gentle this time, the rush and hot demand of earlier gone now and in its place a more languorous pace. But for all the slow, gentle pressure of his mouth and the softer pressure and teasing as his tongue met mine, it was no less hot or passionate.
In fact, as we kissed, I could feel the heat building again. It started as a sort of low-level hum vibrating through me. But then he lifted his mouth from mine and reached up to tilt my head to a new angle. His mouth came back to mine, a little harder this time, a little more insistent.
I pressed my body against him and once again reveled in the heat from the long, hard length of his body against my own. And as the kiss and the delicious friction between our bodies continued, my nipples hardened again to tight pebbles and I could feel his cock lengthening and hardening and prodding against my belly.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked against my lips. “You and your dreams.”
“It’s all you,” I whispered. “My dreams never got us this far.”
“Well then, maybe it’s time to improvise some more.”
Before I could respond, Hunter curled an arm around my shoulders and bent to scoop the other under my knees.
I tightened my hold on his neck and looked up at him from beneath my lashes as he carried me back to the bedroom. “Improvising could be fun.”
“Oh, fun is just the beginning of what you’re about to experience,” he said as he dropped me, once again, on the bare mattress of the bed.
“Can’t wait,” I whispered.
Chapter Eight
I don’t know how much time had passed when I opened my eyes from the doze I’d fallen into, but there was no more light coming in from around the bedroom blinds. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and stretched, noticing every new muscle ache and twinge.
I couldn’t fight a smile if I tried. And I was thankful for the dark because I had a feeling the smile was a pretty silly one. Hunter had made good and then some on his promise to improvise. No wonder I fell asleep. I was actually more surprised I hadn’t just blacked out by the end. Hunter had done things to me and made my body do things I hadn’t known were possible.
I took a long moment to have an inner mini-freak out session. I had sex with Hunter Lawson! How many years had I dreamed of it? I’d never thought it would happen, but here I laid, a little sore and very satisfied, after Hunter Lawson had his way with me.
Pressing my hands out to my sides, it occurred to me that Hunter was MIA. I turned onto my side and ran my hand down the mattress, but it had already gone cold.
I shivered and suddenly some of my elation vanished, as I wished for some covers. Without Hunter here to keep me and my thoughts otherwise occupied, I found myself self-conscious of my nudity. Not to mention cold. For the first time since Hunter stripped my clothes off me, I noticed the chill in the room.
And where was Hunter? I sat up and brought my knees to my chest, hugging my arms around them. I kept still and listened, but no sound carried to my ears.
A sudden fear that Hunter had pulled the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am he was famous for back in high school paralyzed me. Had he been able to get his Harley out? Maybe as soon as I dozed off, he rode back down the mountain without me.
A lump formed in my throat, and fear pushed me out of bed. I headed straight for the window. Peeking out between the blinds, I blew out a sigh. The moonlight gave off just enough light to show me the snow had fallen steadily since we got here. It was nowhere near blizzard conditions, but even Hunter’s commitment phobia wouldn’t make him take a chance and ride his bike down the mountain in this weather.
I shook my head at my own foolishness. Hunter might be out of my league, but that didn’t mean he’d leave his best friend’s little sister stranded in some solitary cabin on her own.
As soon as the thought hit me, the door creaked open.
“You’re awake.” Hunter strode into the room. He’d put his jeans back on, but the button was undone and his chest was still bare.
I wish I could say I had a moment of modesty, but the sight of him knocked the breath from my lungs. I was far too busy ogling the man I’d been in love with for over a decade standing in front of me looking like something out of every woman’s wildest fantasies.
“Was I asleep long?” How I managed to get the words out, I’ll never know.
“Just long enough.” His lips quirked up and he held something out to me. In the dim light streaming in from the living room, I couldn’t quite make out what it was, but I reached for it.
“Thought you might like to put that on during dinner.” He smirked at me. “Though if you want to go with what you’re wearing right now, I don’t have any objections.”
“Dinner?” I fought off the sudden shot of shyness brought on by Hunter’s quick perusal of my body.
I shook out the material in my hand. It was the t-shirt he’d worn all day. Oh God, I was going to eat dinner with Hunter wearing nothing but his t-shirt. I didn’t waste any time slipping it over my head and smoothing it over my thighs.
“Yes, dinner. For some reason I seem to have worked up an appetite.” He held his hand out to me, and I took it.
He tugged me into the living room, and I stopped short.
Holy smokes. While I’d been worrying that Hunter ditched me on the mountainside, he’d been busy transforming the cabin into a cozy winter hideaway. The fire was high now in the fireplace, crackling and dancing. He’d pulled a few cushions from the couch and set them around the fire, along with a pile of blankets. Plates and a few covered bowls sat on the coffee table. And he’d even lit a few fat pillar candles that now sat in the middle of the coffee table, giving the room a cozy glow.
I turned to him, shaking my head. “I can’t believe you did all this.”
He stiffened. It was a tiny movement, but as someone who spent the better part of her teen years fascinated with every nuance of his expressions, I didn’t miss the way his shoulders tensed and his jaw tightened.
Our earlier conversation came back to me. I bit my lip as my heart squeezed. He’d let me in on some of the insecurity he’d felt all these years. My own impression of him as a player hadn’t evaporated in an instant after we’d spent the afternoon together. It would be silly to think his defensiveness would just fade away.
But this I could do something about.
I stepped over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing a soft kiss on his chest before I rested my chin there to look up at him. “This could have been a miserable night stuck up here. You already made it one of the best nights of my life, but this is just amazing. Thank you.”
His entire body relaxed into me, his arms coming around my shoulders as he smiled. “Don’t thank me yet. You might not feel too grateful once you see the dinner I managed to put together.”
I giggled. “I remember the contents of the cabinets. I’m pretty sure whatever you made, I’ll be happy you worked me out so thoroughly before we sat down to eat.”
His eyes went dark at my words and the intensity of his look had me holding my breath.
“Don’t worry, babe, I intend to give you a workout after dinner, too.”
Oh, boy. Every nerve ending in my body sat up and did a happy dance.
He kissed me hard and fast, and then pulled me over to the comfy nest he’d made in front of the fire. “But I’ll let you eat first. You’ll need the energy.”
At his wicked grin, I almost begged him to skip dinner all together. But I managed to keep my hormones under control. For the most part.
***
I woke to sunlight streaming in through the gauzy curtains in the cabin’s front windows and the sound of a ringing phone. But considering I woke up naked with my cheek on Hunter’s chest, my arm around his bare middle, and his arms holding me close, I couldn’t bring mysel
f to care too much about either thing. I moved my gaze over to see the fire had all but died out overnight.
“Babe, that’s the second time your phone rang in the last ten minutes. You think someone’s worried about you?”
Dear. Lord. Hunter’s gravelly morning voice needed to come with a warning. Despite the workout he’d given me last night after our dinner of mac and cheese and potato chips washed down with ice-cold beer, parts of me jumped up and took notice of the way he sounded. The way his skin felt under my palm. The way his hand skimmed up and down over my bare back, though he hadn’t opened his eyes yet.
I didn’t think I’d have any energy left after last night. There wasn’t one spot left on my body that Hunter hadn’t explored with his hands, mouth and tongue. I’d done my equal share of touching, fondling and tasting. I had felt like a kid let loose in a candy store. I’d had everything I’d ever wanted at my fingertips. And I definitely wasn’t ready for reality to come barging in.
But when my phone started ringing for a third time, I had to admit that it seemed like reality had other plans.
With a groan, I pulled myself out of Hunter’s arms and watched as he snuggled down under the covers, throwing the arm that had been around me over his eyes. A soft smile claimed my mouth. He looked so young right now. Closer to the boy I first met years ago than he had in a long time.
My phone’s insistent ringing started again. I scooped Hunter’s t-shirt from the spot where it had been discarded last night and quickly wiggled into it. I jumped up and grabbed my coat from over the back of the chair and dug in the pocket for my phone.
The ringing stopped just as I swiped my finger over the face of it. I scrolled through to see who kept calling.
Crap. My dad.
I sank down into the chair with a deep sigh and pushed my hair out of eyes.
“Problem, princess?”
I glanced up to find Hunter had flipped over onto his belly. He braced himself on his elbows and looked at me with concern.
“I guess you could say that.” I held up my phone and gave it a little shake. “Looks like my dad’s the one trying to get a hold of me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And that’s a problem?”
“Not so much a problem. Just…” I shook my head. “He and my mom split up, I guess. I haven’t talked to him yet.”
“Really? Does your brother know?”
I shrugged. “I don’t think so. My mom said she talked to Logan over New Year’s, but she hadn’t left Dad yet.”
“Your mom left your dad?” It would be tough to miss the surprise in his voice.
“Apparently.” My tone was flat. I hadn’t even begun to process how I felt about my parents’ marriage. But the phone that started ringing again in my hand told me I was about to have to give it a try.
I hit “accept” with my thumb and put the phone to my ear. “Hi, Dad.”
“Oh, Katelyn, thank God. Where have you been?” My dad’s stern voice came through the phone.
“I just woke up.” Geez.
“It’s after nine o’clock in the morning.”
I rolled my eyes at his shocked tone. My dad had pretty strict rules about some things. I guess under duress I’d have to admit that on a normal day, I enjoyed getting up and getting my day started early.
My eyes strayed over to where Hunter remained under the covers, his eyes pinned to me. If my normal days included Hunter Lawson, I’d probably be more than willing to change that habit.
“I had a long day yesterday, Dad.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I winced. Shit. Shit. Shit. Pretty sure my dad’s day yesterday was way longer than mine.
A sigh came through the line. “I don’t know if you’re aware of it or not, Katelyn, but yesterday…” His voice trailed off, but I could hear him struggling to regain his composure.
“Dad,” I said softly as I looked down at my lap, “I know about you and mom.”
“Your-your mother told you what she was planning?”
“The first I heard about it was when Mom called me yesterday at work.” I gripped the phone tighter, trying to hold on to my own composure.
A rustling brought my head up. Hunter sat up on the pile of blankets we’d used as a bed last night, a red wool throw covering his lap, but leaving the rest of him bare.
I dropped my head again, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. The last thing I needed to do while I tried to comfort my dad was stare at an all but naked Hunter.
“Well, she told me yesterday morning before I left for work. She has some crazy idea about going back to college. I told her we could talk about it when I got home, but by the time I got home she’d packed her bags and left. I don’t even know where she went. Do you know where she is?”
I’d never felt so torn in my life. My back went up at his words when he talked about her idea as if it were some silly whim. But at the way his voice cracked when he asked where she went, my heart just broke for him.
“Oh, Daddy, I’m so sorry you’re going through this. But why do you think the idea of Mom going back to school is crazy?”
“I worked so hard all these years. I wanted to provide for you kids, but I also wanted to save so when you two grew up, your mother and I would be able to retire and really enjoy our lives. Maybe travel. See the world.” A gusty sigh came through the phone. “Why should she have to go back to school and plan on working so hard? Did she tell you she wants to be a nurse? That’s not an easy job. And look at how hard she’s always worked taking care of all of us.”
My heart melted in my chest. “Dad, did you explain it to Mom like that?”
“What do you mean? Of course, I told her it wasn’t a good idea.”
I rolled my eyes. Men. They could be so thick sometimes. “Da-ad. Did you tell her your plans for retirement? And that you didn’t want her to feel like she had to work so hard? And that you appreciated everything she’s done for you all these years?”
“Well, not in so many words.”
“I think that’s where you need to start.” I allowed myself a quick glance up at Hunter. His eyes were still on me, and my heart started thudding hard against my chest.
“You think your mother might be willing to come back to me?”
“I honestly don’t know. This surprised me as much as it did you.” I shook my head. “But I don’t think you should give up. I think you need to tell her the reasons you didn’t want her to go to school.”
“You think it’ll help?”
I pressed my lips together at hearing his defeated tone, fighting off tears of my own. I loved both my parents. I could understand my mom’s frustration, but it really sounded like my dad’s heart was in the right place.
“It can’t hurt, Dad,” I whispered.
“But I don’t even know where she is.”
“I’m sure she’s fine. I’ll call her later and see if she’d be open to talking to you. Are you at work?”
“No. I just couldn’t bring myself to go in today.”
My heart squeezed painfully. “I’m not at home right now. I came up to the Catskills with…” My gaze flew to Hunter and struggled to finish that sentence.
Chances are my parents would be horrified if they heard the first time I saw him in years, I fell into bed with him in a few hours. It was like all their worst fears come true. I didn’t think my dad needed my brutal honesty on top of everything else he was dealing with right now. “I came up here with a friend yesterday, and we got stuck at their cabin because of some snow.”
At my words, Hunter abruptly pushed up, turned his back on me, and reached for his jeans.
Seemed a shame to cover that view.
I turned my attention back to my conversation. As I wrapped things up with my dad, promising him I’d call later, Hunter tugged on his jeans and stalked to the front door.
I blew out a breath as I disconnected the call. I decided to shake it off. I’d be heartbroken if my parents couldn’t work thi
ngs out. But right now there was hope. And since there was hope for my parents, I was going to hold out hope that whatever this was between Hunter and I was more than just a one-night thing. And just in case it wasn’t, I planned to make the most of the time I had left in our little escape from reality.
I dropped my phone on the table and hurried after Hunter. He stood in the open front door, arms crossed over his chest. I eased up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, leaving a trail of kisses from one shoulder to the other.
“Good morning.” I nuzzled my face into his back.
After a few seconds, it registered he wasn’t responding to my touches. He continued to hold himself rigid.
Shit, shit, shit. He regretted our night together. Or at least, he wasn’t interested in anything beyond our night together. And here I stood, throwing myself at him.
Shit.
But before I could react to the thought, his body relaxed back into me. I blew out a sigh of relief as he unfolded his arms, and lifted one to tuck me under his shoulder, his arm holding me to his side.
“Snow stopped, babe.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
I burrowed into his side. Though the temperature seemed to have gone back up to yesterday’s unseasonable warmth, it was still pretty damn cold when Hunter’s t-shirt was my only protection.
Still, I wouldn’t give this moment up for the world. I snuggled in closer. “Do you think it’ll melt enough that we can get down the mountain on your bike?”
“We don’t need to take the Harley, babe. My—”
His words were cut off by my ringing phone.
Ugh. Is it too much to ask for a little peace my first morning after with the man of my dreams? I pressed a quick kiss to Hunter’s chest before reluctantly easing out of his arms to grab my phone.
“Hello.” My voice may have come out a little grumpier than usual.
“Well, good morning to you, too, Sunshine. I guess you’re alive and well if you’re answering your phone.”
My shoulders drooped and once again I sank into the overstuffed chair. “Sorry. Hectic morning.”
