by Melody Anne
She’d been with him almost non-stop for a couple weeks. She’d just pretend they were back in his office. She could use the time to hopefully get some much wanted answers out of him and make real headway on her article.
He stepped from the bathroom as she was finishing their lunch. He wore a pair of skin-tight jeans, and an old sweatshirt, with the sleeves pushed to his elbows. He looked good, good enough she wouldn’t mind him on the menu. She shook her head to clear the unwanted thoughts, which caused him to give her another of his confused looks.
“Thanks for the food, it looks good,” he said as he sat across from her at the small table.
“It’s not like you could complain if you didn’t like it. We don’t exactly have take-out,” she replied.
“Cassie, we’re stuck here for who knows how long, can’t we just make the best out of the situation,” he said as if he were a parent scolding his child.
“You’re right. We may as well work on the interview. If I can get enough information, you’ll be rid of me sooner,” she said with a smile.
“What if I don’t want to be rid of you sooner?” he asked, his eyes turning seductive. She blinked, then looked at him again, trying to figure him out. No way was she sleeping with him again, it hadn’t turned out well the first time.
“What you think doesn’t matter much to me,” she said sweetly.
“Ah, then we’re at an impasse. I’ll tell you what, Cassie,” he paused, as he spoke her name seductively. “We’ll go back and forth with the questions. You ask one, then it’s my turn.”
Cassie didn’t like the turn in the situation. She didn’t know what he was playing at but if he thought she’d back down, then he’d be sadly mistaken.
“Fine, I’m an open book, Max,” she said. If she wanted to be a reporter, she needed to know how to act under pressure. Well, a situation didn’t get much more tense than it was at that moment.
“It must be nice there on your high horse. You detach yourself so well from the human race, so afraid of being hurt, so distrusting of everyone around you,” he mocked. She wanted to defend herself, but he was right. She’d been hurt so many times in her life that it was just easiest to assume the world was bad, that everyone was going to hurt her eventually. He’d hurt her last night, but was she guilt free? She hadn’t said anything to stop the love making. She’d ran for the bathroom afterward. She was responsible, too.
“I’m not a robot. I do have feelings, but I’m just careful who I let in,” she finally said.
“I’ll make a deal with you. We’re stuck here, in this cabin, for who knows how long. Let’s be honest with each other. I won’t hold back on the interview, and in turn, you be honest with me,” he said.
“Let me make some coffee,” she stalled. She got up from the table and took her time, trying to gather her thoughts. What she really wanted was for him to pull her into his arms again, take the choice away from her. She knew it was the chicken’s way out, but she couldn’t help herself. He made her feel things, he made her want what she shouldn’t want.
Max watched her nervous movements, unable to take his eyes from her. For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. It felt like more than just desire, but he couldn’t think that way. He decided he was going to have her, all of her, not just a piece. He’d figure the rest out later, but for the time being she couldn’t escape him, and when he put his full effort into something, he got what he wanted.
Max slowly stood and walked up behind her. His hand lifted to her hair, pushing it aside. He smiled as her body tensed. She didn’t say anything as his hand caressed the small of her nape. He leaned down and brushed his lips against the smooth column of her neck, and he felt powerful when he spotted the goosebumps popping up on her skin. She was so sensual, so responsive, it was a powerful boost to his ego.
“You smell so good. I love this spot right her, the spot you dab just a hint of your sweet perfume,” he whispered as he licked the small dent on the side of her neck. His lips moved over her shoulder as he brushed aside her blouse. For him barely touching her, it was unbelievably erotic. She could feel the dampness of arousal building within her body.
“I’m sorry about last night. I panicked. I don’t know why, I’ve just never felt such intense feelings with a woman, before you,” he continued seducing her with his words. His hands reached around the front of her, brushing over her over-sensitive breasts as he began unbuttoning her blouse slowly, each button exposing more of her skin to him.
His mouth traveled down her shoulder, then her arm as her shirt started sliding away. His hands pushed the fabric away, gently brushing over her quivering stomach, then moving upward to caress her lace covered breasts. Her nipples strained against the now rough fabric as his palms brushed the peaks. She gripped the counter, trying to keep herself from falling. His body pressed into hers, his arousal obvious, as he shifted his hips for a tighter fit against her. She knew she should protest, but she didn’t want to. Why should she stop something she wanted so badly?
Finally, he turned her in his arms, and the passion glazed expression in his eyes ended her internal protests. How could she resist the man when he so obviously wanted her? He lifted her in his arms, and made his way toward his bedroom. All thoughts of talking were long forgotten as he took his time loving her for the remainder of the afternoon.
Cassie woke up, surprised she’d fallen asleep. Of course, she normally didn’t spend an afternoon making love. She stretched her sore muscles and couldn’t stop the satisfied smile that came to her face. Max was a phenomenal lover. He’d touched her in places she didn’t even know were sensitive. She could feel her body start to ache, just from the thought of what he’d done to her.
She moved to get up, and his eyes opened a crack. He lazily looked at her from underneath his lashes. With just a look, the man could make her give him anything he ever wanted. How could he hold so much power over her? It was a bit frustrating, when she’d always guarded herself so well.
“You look even more stunning after hours of love-making,” he said while running his hand down her side, past the sensitive skin of her hip. She was fully conscious she was naked. He leaned in and softly kissed her when her stomach rumbled loudly, making them both aware she was hungry.
“I suppose we should get up,” he said with reluctance. She laughed, filled with joy. She refused to think about what would happen once they got out of the cabin. She was sure he’d go right back to the same standoffish man she knew so well. She just hoped she kept her heart intact in the meantime.
“That sounds perfect. I think it’s your turn to prepare dinner,” she said. She jumped from the bed, quickly racing from the room. Even though he now knew every square inch of her body, she was still self-conscious to stand before him in the nude. She didn’t know a single woman who didn’t have some sort of body issue they dealt with.
Cassie took her time in the shower, letting the hot water ease her aches away. She knew she should hurry, considering they were on a limited supply of power, but she couldn’t force herself to turn off the faucet. Finally, she climbed out, not bothering with make-up. She opened the door and her stomach growled loudly when she smelled whatever he was cooking.
“I figured we better go through as much of the fridge and freezer foods as possible, just in case we’re here longer than we think. I suppose if it lasted too long we could always just dig a hole in the snow outside our door and store it that way,” he said. She wouldn’t have thought about that, but it was a really good idea.
“That smells great,” she said, peaking over his shoulder. He had something boiling in a pot.
“It’s my secret recipe,” he said with a wink. She didn’t care what it was as long as it was done soon. He pulled fresh baked rolls out of the oven, and soon they sat down at the table. Neither of them spoke for several minutes.
“Thank you for dinner. Are you ready for show and tell?” she asked. His smile grew huge. “Not that kind of show and tell. You said you would s
it still for my questions,” she elaborated.
“I like the ideas popping in my mind better,” he told her with a wiggle of his brows.
“What gives you your self-assured, arrogant attitude?” she asked. He looked at her almost dumbfounded for a moment. She figured she’d start with the hard stuff, then move on.
Max narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if she was serious, or kidding with him. There was no way she could make love all day, then call him arrogant.
“I’m certainly confident, but not arrogant,” he finally said.
“Hmm, I don’t know. You tend to make assumptions about people, expect things to always go your way, and don’t stop until you have what you want. That sounds like arrogance to me,” she said with the same expression on her face.
“Let’s just skip that question and move on to the next. At the end of your month with me, we’ll see if you still think I’m arrogant,” he conceded. She gave him a huge smile, which allowed him to release the breath he’d been holding. She was just seeing how tough his skin really was.
“Do you plan to follow in your brother’s footsteps, get married and have kids?” The question was asked because her readers would want to know the answer, but she was surprised how much she wanted to know as well.
She refused to start thinking of herself as that fictional wife. They’d have their fling, then she’d be cast off as so many other women before her. She knew this going into the short affair and couldn’t fault him on it. If she got too attached it was her own fault.
“I never pictured myself as the settle-down-with-wife-and-kids kind of guy, but watching not only my brother, but my cousins as well, has me changing my mind on that. It’s becoming more appealing,” he said evasively. He didn’t really say yes or no, but left it as a definite possibility. Her stomach tightened. She had to change the subject to more non-personal issues, or she’d be a wreck by the end of the day.
“Do you consider yourself active in the community?”
“I like to be the guy behind the scenes. I don’t see community service as something you do to flaunt your name or money. I see it as a service that everyone should do because they have a passion for service. Now, off the record, I will show you a few projects that are dear to me, but only if you promise not to print it,” he said.
“Max, you should be proud to let people who adore you know who you really are,” she said, not wanting to commit to that.
“I won’t budge on this, Cassie. I know I can trust your word, so if you want to see some pretty cool stuff, you have to promise it doesn’t get printed,” he said, his words firm.
“Fine,” she pouted. She wanted to know the real Max. She may not be able to print his actual projects, but she could get a more rounded view of him, which would in turn make her article better.
“Now, it’s my turn. Tell me about your childhood,” he demanded. She was caught a bit off-guard.
“That’s a broad subject. What do you want to know?” she evaded.
“What happened to your parents?” he asked. Cassie didn’t want to talk about herself, but a deal was a deal.
“I got to have my parents until I was technically an adult, at least. It’s the same old story you’ve heard a million times, but it really sucks when it happens to you. They were coming home from a New Year’s party at their friend’s house when a drunk driver slammed into them. The EMT’s said they died instantly, at least, and didn’t suffer. It was the worst pain I’ve ever gone through in my life,” she said. She couldn’t help the tears gathering in her eyes. She hated reliving that tragic moment in her life.
“I’m sorry, Cassie. I can’t imagine how I would make it through that. It was awful watching my mother slowly die, but at least I got to say goodbye,” he sympathized with her.
“Yeah, I’ve had to grow tougher skin since then. I was an only child, and don’t have any other relatives. I think I have some cousins somewhere, but I’ve never known them,” she said sadly.
“Your parents would be very proud of the daughter they raised. You’re a remarkable woman,” he told her. He wasn’t helping her get herself under control. She really wanted her parents to look down on her and be proud. She wasn’t where she wanted to be in life, but she was getting there. She was determined to make a success out of her life.
The evening flew by with them talking about their lives, both of them letting their guard down. Cassie knew it was a temporary reprieve from the real world, but she was going to enjoy her time of being locked inside a small cabin in Alaska. She hoped they weren’t rescued for at least a few days.
Chapter Eight
They’d been in the cabin for three full days, without any word from the outside world. Cassie was in a completely blissful state of mind. Her body ached all over, but in a good way.
“So, what shall we do today?” Max asked with a mischievous smile.
“I was thinking we should take a stroll through town,” she answered. They’d gotten used to being trapped. They were also doing well at conserving the generator since they spent most of their time in bed.
“Sounds great. I’ll find the shovel, you find the picnic basket,” he said while wrapping his arms around her.
“Perfect.”
“I do have good news.” She waited for him to elaborate. She couldn’t imagine what the good news would be.
“Are you going to tell me, or just lay here with a silly grin on your face,” she finally said.
“We can use the fireplace tonight. I can see some light peaking from the top. I think the storm may be over. Now, in about a month this should all melt off, allowing us our freedom,” he said good humoredly. She was surprised still by how well he was taking their situation. It would be easy to become frustrated and take out anger on each other.
“That’s great,” she said, inserting as much enthusiasm as she could muster into her voice. She was enjoying their entrapment. Once the real world stepped back in she didn’t know what would happen with their short romance, but she didn’t want it to end yet. She knew the end was inevitable, but she wasn’t ready to let go, not just yet.
“We still need to conserve energy, so why don’t you share a shower with me,” he said while caressing her.
“Well, we should conserve energy,” she agreed with a big smile. He led her toward the shower, where he began to slowly take her clothes off, sending chills down her back.
“Your turn,” she said, placing her hands underneath his sweater and slowly drawing it up and over his head, then moving her hands down the smooth muscles of his chest. She bent her head forward and swirled her tongue along one of his hard pecks, smiling when he let out a rough groan.
He quickly stripped the rest of their clothing off and pulled her into the oversized shower with him. Cassie was assaulted with sensations as the water cascaded down her body, and Max’s hands roamed.
He turned her around, letting the spray run down her back while he bent his head and took her lips in a gentle kiss, his tongue teasing her lips, his teeth gently nipping them. She tried to move forward, wanting them closer, but he placed his hands on her water slicked hips, holding them a scant few inches apart as he loved her mouth. She groaned her frustration, needing to be closer.
“Patience,” he whispered as he brought his head to her neck, and licked along her collar bone. She reached her hand down, grasping his engorged arousal, causing him to let out a gasp. She ran her hand up and down his length, rubbing her thumb over his sensitive head.
“This is going to end way too soon if you keep doing that,” he cried out in pleasure. She smiled again at the power she held over him in those moments. She didn’t even care if it ended too soon.
His hand gripped hers and he brought it to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles, before he grasped her other hand, incapacitating her, making her feel helpless. Then he brought his head down and swirled his tongue over her hardened nipples, pulling her deep within his mouth. She shuddered in pleasure as he continued to caress first one breast
, then the other.
“Enough,” she pleaded. She wanted him deep within her. She was ready and didn’t want to wait any further. “Please, Max.”
“Tempting,” he groaned as he released her hands. She immediately placed them around his neck, pulling his body tightly against hers. He reached behind her and picked up the soap, then stroked her back, his slick hands moving from her shoulders down her backside, and along her sensitive thighs. He moved them around her front, rubbing the soap into her stomach, then up and over her breasts, taking extra time to rub circles around her already over-sensitive nipples.
She was going to climax before he ever entered her, just from his sensual touch. She couldn’t keep her eyes open, or even move her body. The only thing keeping her standing was her grip around his shoulders.
He gripped her hips and slowly turned her around so his hard manhood was pressed into her backside. His hands came around and continued to rub against her breasts. She placed her hands on the shelf to keep from falling. Her knees were trembling as his hand roved over her body.
Max slipped his hand down her stomach, while his knee spread her legs apart. She felt exposed, completely open to him, but instead of being embarrassed, she felt exotic, beautiful, and desirable. He slipped his hand lower and her body tensed as his fingers rubbed over her most sensitive area. He swirled his thumb over her nub, as he slowly pushed his finger inside her. She cried out as the pleasure built higher.
“I…I can’t…” she cried out as he moved faster in and out of her hot, wet body, his thumb keeping rhythm. She yelled out as her body shook in pleasure, gripping him tightly as he slowed his movements, making sure she was fully pleasured before stopping.
He pulled his hand back, gently running them up her stomach, over her sides and slowly toward her breasts. With one hand he caressed her front, moving up and down her body, slowly building her pleasure again. His other hand gripped her slick hip, and she felt him push closer toward her opening, the head of his erection pressed close.
