by T. J. Quinn
“Have you shown it to any editors?” he asked, curious.
“Yes, and they were interested in publishing it as soon as it’s done,” she confessed with a shy smile.
“That’s wonderful. Would you let me see it?”
“Not until it’s done,” she said, scowling. I sometimes make several drawings for the same scene before I’m pleased,” she explained.
He smiled back at her. “Well, don’t worry about me. I’ll use the time to rest and perhaps read a bit. I’ve noticed you have a lot of books.”
“If you’re interested in Alaska’s wildlife, you’ll have a lot of fun,” she said in an amused tone. “I believe there’s also a few mystery books, so take a pick.”
He chuckled. “I will, thank you.”
“I’ll be in my study. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Is there any way to send a message out of here or even a call?” he asked, before she disappeared, down the hallway.
“I have a satellite cell phone, but with this storm, the call won’t go through, and most likely, it will happen the same with the messages,” she explained, walking to a small table near the door and grabbing the cell phone. “But you’re free to try,” she added, handing him the phone.
“Thank you, I will.”
She disappeared into a room on the back of the house, and he took a look at the cell phone she had given her. With a pleased smile, he realized the cell phone was one of his.
He turned it on and entered the phone's configuration changing a few things on it, to amplify its range. In a few minutes, he was able to send a message to Matthew, letting him know he was alright and still with Leah.
After that, he called his assistant to make sure all was well back at the company and to let her know where she could find him in case of need.
“I’m stranded in the middle of a snowstorm, so I can only assist you by phone. There’s no way out of here, and there won’t be one for a few more days,” he warned Jack.
“Just enjoy your vacation, boss, I’m sure we won’t need your assistance for a few days,” his assistant replied in a teasing tone.
Zorban chuckled. “I will. Take care of yourself and don’t work too much. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”
“Sure thing.”
He ended the call and went to the living room to check on Leah’s books. He had to find a way to kill time, or he would be as bored as an oyster at the bottom of the sea.
The mystery books she had mentioned sounded interesting, so he picked one and laid down on the couch to read it.
He was still reading when she came out of her study to prepare lunch. Like before, he offered to help her, though he didn’t know much about cooking and she agreed.
That first day set the routine for the next. She would take care of the animals, first thing in the morning, prepare the meals and work on her book and he would help her as much as he could and read any of the books she had on her shelves.
He also took long walks in the snow, a vain attempt to keep the fire rushing in his veins under control. His desire for Leah didn’t seem to subside. If anything, it was growing more and more powerful.
They talked a lot during the meals, and now he felt he knew her as well as if they had known each other their whole lives. But he hadn’t tried to take things to another level. He wanted her, but he wasn’t sure about her feelings about him.
The storm was losing strength, and he was sure it would fade away in a few more hours. When it did, he would have no reason to stay with her and then, he would have to decide what to do.
Leah finished the drawing she had been working on and put it away to dry. She had been using aquarelles for her illustrations and due to the humidity of the air, it took longer to dry than usual.
Craving some ice cream, she went to the kitchen to get some, and when she looked out of the window, she saw Zorban walking outside, in the snow. He wasn’t wearing a sweater, and despite that, he didn’t seem affected by the cold.
Intrigued, she walked out of the house and joined him. “Are you having fun?” she asked, with a smile, raising her hand to capture some of the snowflakes, barely resisting the temptation of making a swirl with them.
He smiled and shrugged. “I was a bit bored, that’s all.”
“You might get ill, walking out in the snow with barely any protection,” she warned him.
“I can say the same for you,” he pointed out, indicating her t-shirt.
“I’m used to the cold. It takes a lot more than this to make me sick,” she assured him.
“Well, I can say the same,” he replied, picking up a small portion of the snow from the ground, turning it into a ball and throwing it far from where he stood.
“Now, that was a waste of a pretty nice snowball,” she protested, mocking him and forming a bigger snowball. She took a few steps away from him. “Down these parts, snowballs are only used for something,” she added.
“Really? And what is that?” he asked, a bit puzzled.
Laughing, she threw the ball at him, hitting him in the chest. “For a snowball fight, of course,” she replied, stepping further away from him while preparing another ball.
Zorban was so surprised he didn’t react as fast as he should have. By the time he understood she was playing with him, she had already hit him with three more balls.
Laughing she ran away from him when she saw him finally reacting to her attack, taking cover behind a tree.
“Oh, little lady, you shouldn’t have…” he warned her, forming a perfect snowball, and going after her.
She laughed, even more, picking up another ball and hitting him with it. “You don’t stand a chance, city guy,” she mocked him, grabbing another handfull of snow, still hiding from him.
He was walking towards her, at inexorable pace and she threw another ball at him before running to hide behind another tree.
“You have no idea who you’re messing with,” he said with a mischievous grin, starting to run after her, ignoring the rain of snowballs being thrown at him.
In just a few moments he was on to her, barely two steps away from her, with her cornered against a tree with little chances of escaping.
“Payback time, sweet lady,” he murmured, taking a step closer to her.
Chapter Twelve
She laughed, half amused, half nervous. His eyes shined with sheer lust and a passion she had never seen in any other man before. And though it scared her a little bit, it also thrilled her. In the past days, she hadn’t noticed any interest in him, other than a friendly one. The desire and the hunger she could see now in his eyes were a surprise, but now, at least, she knew she wasn’t alone in it.
It had been a tremendous struggle for her to hide her feelings for him. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel harassed by a woman he wasn’t interested in, in a situation he had no escape from.
“What… what are you going to do?” she asked him, pressing her body against the tree.
He weighed the snowball he had in his hand before he looked at her with a naughty grin. “I’m sliding this lovely ball down your shirt,” he replied, taking another step closer to her.
“Oh… you will get me all wet…” she protested.
He looked at his soaked shirt. “That seems only fair,” he agreed.
“Perhaps, we could reach an agreement… I’ll make your favorite dessert tonight if you let me go,” she suggested, with her best seductive smile.
“Oh, no… no dessert on this planet would make up for all the snowballs you threw at me,” he assured her, sliding his finger up her t-shirt to reach its collar.
She gasped, feeling how her nipples immediately reacted to the closeness of his finger. She covered his hand with hers.
“I’m sure there is something I can do to make it up to you,” she insisted, grazing the tip of her fingernails on his hand.
He looked at her, locking his deep blue eyes on her eyes, amazingly, as blue as his. “There might be something,” he ventured to say, capturing
the teasing fingers with his hand.
“Oh, please tell… I’ll do anything,” she promised, carelessly and his eyes shined like the ones of a predator, right before getting its prey.
“Uhm…” he moaned dropping the snowball and cupping her face with both his hands before he leaned over and captured her full lips with the most mind-blowing, breathtaking kiss she had ever experienced in her life.
By the time he released her lips, her heart was thundering so hard in her chest, she was sure he could hear it. He had raised her arousal to levels she didn’t even suspect were possible. All she wanted was for that kiss never to end.
She moaned in protest when he finally stepped back for air, wrapping her arms around his neck, completely lost in her desire for him.
Letting out a loud growl, he kissed her again, his tongue sliding inside her and delving every single corner of her mouth, dueling and conquering her tongue, until the whole universe was gone and all that mattered were the two of them.
After a few moments, he pressed her body against the tree behind her, grabbing her by her hips and inviting her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did, and when she felt his hard body pressed against her, her heart missed a beat, and she pulled him even closer.
She wanted him.
She knew there was no future for them, but she still wanted him. She knew she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t relish whatever he was willing to give her.
So, when he carried her back to the house, his lips still kissing her, she didn’t make a single sound of protest.
Driven by the fire of his passion, Zorban carried her straight to his room, eager to have her, to make her his. He had never desired a woman so much, and he knew his self-control was dangerously flickering. He needed her.
Once in the room, he allowed her to slide to the floor, while his hands searched for her t-shirt hem, to pull it over her head. She was wearing a delicate lacy bra underneath it, and for a moment he just stared at it, enjoying how her hard nipples poked the thin fabric, revealing just how much she wanted him too.
Unable to resist, he leaned over, captured one of her peaks between his lips, over the lace, and grazed his tongue all over it. She shuddered and moaned out loud, her hands buried deep in his hair, pulling him closer.
Pleased, he abandoned that first nipple, just to capture the other one, replacing his lips with his fingers on the first one.
“Zorban…” she muttered through ragged gasps, tilting her head back, lost in the haze of her passion.
But he didn’t give her a chance to breathe or even think. Alternating her hard nipples, he sweetly tortured her for as long as he could, until his own hunger demanded more.
He finally removed her wet bra and slid down her jeans, thankful that they weren’t skintight, making his job a lot easier. When he had her wearing only her tiny thong, he gently pushed her towards the bed. Once Zorban had her there, lying on her back, he rapidly took off his own clothes before he crawled in bed on top of her.
He looked at her for a few moments, as they both heaved, looking for any sign of regret or doubt in her. But he couldn’t find any. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to kiss him, any doubt, he had vanished. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He kissed her again and again, stealing her breath away, and fueling her passion before he abandoned her lips and drew a trail of fire back to her hard nipples.
She moaned, arching her back to get more of him.
He smiled and slid his hand between her legs, over her lacy thong, grazing his finger up and down her cleft, looking for the small button he knew would unleash her pleasure.
It was a bit bigger than he expected and reminded him of the Thalian females, but he didn’t waste much time thinking about it. All he wanted was to drive her to the edge and beyond, making her experience all the pleasure he could give her.
The moment he touched her bud, she sobbed, and her hips jumped up, craving the release only he could give her.
He didn’t have her waiting for long. Rubbing her slowly at first and then speeding up his pace, he took her to paradise. He could see the waves of the wild orgasm he conjured for her, crash over her. Seeing the rapture on her face was like watching a poem coming to life. Her pleasure pushed him to the edge, and his big, thick cock throbbed between his legs, eager to have her.
Tearing her tiny thong off, he placed himself between her legs and rested his stiff cock at her entrance. “Are you ready for me?” he whispered in her ear, breathing hard, his hoarse tone revealing just how close he was to losing control.
“Yes… oh… yes…” she replied, barely able to utter the words he wanted to hear.
She had been so lost in her own pleasure, she hadn’t noticed the effort he was making to hold back his need and his raw hunger.
When he finally crawled to crouch between her legs, his huge cock throbbing, she had a moment of doubt. Would she be able to fit him? She had never seen a cock this up close, just in old porn films and magazines, but she was sure she had never seen any like his.
Big, thick, with a huge head, it also had what looked like a thin snake wrapped all around it, starting at the tip and ending at the base. It gave his cock a ridged texture that made her gasp for air.
But there was no way in hell she was going to back out now. She was sure the pleasure he had just shown her was just an appetizer to what could come and she couldn’t wait for it.
Slowly, he started to slide inside her, going inch by inch, allowing her walls to stretch to welcome him until his cock was sheathed to the hilt in her warmth.
She couldn’t describe what it felt to have him inside her, buried deep against her womb. The pleasure was overwhelming. When he started to thrust in and out of her, gently at first but gradually speeding his pace, she knew he was going to take her out of this world.
And he did. Pulling her legs up to wrap around his hips, he managed to go even deeper inside her, ripping an approving moan from her lips. He could tell she was hanging on the edge and sliding his hand between them, he reached her clitoris and started rubbing it, sending waves of pleasure rushing through her until she flew high into the wild turmoil of another orgasm.
Her body convulsed underneath him and the way her walls clenched around his cock was more than he could take. Moments later he was joining her in paradise, pouring himself inside her, his essence mixing with hers.
Drained, he collapsed over her, doing his best not to crush her, but still not ready to leave the warmth of her womb, while the last waves of pleasure surged through him. He hadn’t felt like this in a very, very long time if he ever had.
She made him feel things he thought were lost forever and though he couldn’t understand or explain, he didn’t want it to be over.
After a while, he finally rolled over, pulling her to his arms and keeping her as close as possible. She was silent, and though he felt there were so many things to be said, he didn’t want anything ruining the magic of that moment, so he closed his eyes and let it be.
Chapter Thirteen
They must have fallen asleep. By the time they woke up, it was nighttime outside, and the house was submerged in shadows. He was the first one to wake up, but stayed still, relishing the bliss of having her in his arms.
But she woke up soon after him. “God… I can’t believe we fell asleep,” she murmured, with a shy tone.
Now that the heat of the passion was gone, she didn’t know how to act or what was expected of her. She had never been in that situation before.
“I guess we were tired,” he said, with a smile, kissing the top of her head.
“Yes… you can say that again,” she said, sliding out of his embrace and jumping out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked, a bit disappointed.
She turned on the lamp on the nightstand and cleared her throat. “I need to use the bathroom,” she explained, a bit embarrassed.
“Of course,” he watched her disappear
into the bathroom and struggled to control his urge to join her.
He could tell she was feeling a bit uncomfortable and for once, he had no idea how to handle that situation. But when he heard the shower, he decided to ignore caution and join her there. He wanted her again, he wanted her to know just how much he wanted her, how much he needed her.
With her back to the door, she was under the warm stream of water, with her head tilted back and her eyes closed. Though she was distracted, she wasn’t surprised to feel him behind her. It was as if she was expecting him.
“I decided we should save hot water showering together,” he said, with a teasing tone as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest.
“I’m glad to see you have an ecological conscience,” she teased him, resting her head on his chest.
When she first entered the shower stall, she was still feeling a bit overwhelmed with what had happened between them. Sure, she had been expecting a lot of hot, steamy sex, but she certainly hadn’t expected all the emotions and feelings that came along with it.
It had been a mesmerizing experience. One Leah knew, she would never forget, no matter what happened in the future.
“Of course… that’s all I have in mind,” he assured her, with a self-mocking tone, while his hard cock pressed against her back, denying his words.
“Yes, I’m sure of it.” She turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Whatever your reasons are, I’m happy you’re here,” she confessed in a low tone.
He smiled and leaned over to kiss her as he picked her up into his arms and pressed her against the wall, while his cock found its way inside her.
This time, she was able to feel the way each ring caressed her inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her. It didn’t take them long to reach ecstasy once more. Their enjoyment was even more powerful, more mind-blowing than before as if knowing what to expect enhanced it all.
A few minutes later, they managed to leave the bedroom and go into the kitchen looking for food. Outside, a giant blue moon lit the dark sky, a silent witness of the end of the storm.
