by Opal Carew
While he waited, he went to the linen cupboard he’d seen in the hallway and found some clean bedding, then stripped away the sheet with the large wet spot and made the bed. He tucked the used sheets out of the way beside the bed.
When she returned to the room, keeping her gaze averted, she walked to the bed.
“I’ll change the sheets.”
“I already did that,” he said.
She nodded. “I . . .” She bit her lip. “I’m sorry.”
He tipped his head. “For what, sweetheart?”
But her crimson cheeks told him. Oh, fuck, she thought that there was something wrong with what had happened.
“You’re not sorry about what happened when you came, are you?”
She sat on the side of the bed, staring at her hands. “Aren’t you disgusted that I . . . you know, that . . .”
“That you had a fantastic orgasm?”
She frowned and shot him a hard glance. “That I peed right in the middle of things.”
He sat down beside her and took her hands in his.
“Oh, sweetheart, that wasn’t pee. Has that ever happened before?”
She nodded. He was a little disappointed, a small part of him wanting to be the first man to give her that.
“Jim was disgusted. Angry that I peed the bed.”
Kalen’s jaw clenched. “Jim is a fucking idiot.”
Her gaze had dropped to her hands again and he tipped her head up.
“Holly, I love that that happened. That liquid was part of your orgasm and I’m thrilled I was able to make you come that intensely.”
“Really?”
The need for approval in her eyes tore at his heart.
He smiled warmly and cupped her head, then drew her in close. His lips brushed hers in a light yet heartfelt kiss.
“Yes,” he murmured against her lips, then kissed her again.
She wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss. When she drew back, her eyes were wide and full of light.
“Thank you. You’re so kind to me.”
“Kind?” He grinned. “I’d rather hoped I’d rocked your world.”
She laughed and he loved seeing the happiness in her eyes.
“Oh, you did.” Her hand glided down his stomach and wrapped around his cock. She grinned. “Now let’s rock it some more.”
But he grasped her wrist and brought her hand to his lips. “We will. But right now, I’d just like to hold you. To bask in the glow of what we’ve just experienced.”
“You want to cuddle me?”
He smiled. “Yes. Very much.”
She lay back on the bed, her lips curled up in a warm smile, her eyes glimmering. He turned off the bedside lamp, but the firelight filled the room with a soft glow. He lay down beside her and wrapped her in his embrace. She rolled toward him and snuggled her naked body close to his.
His cock grew and ached in response, insisting he find her slick core and glide inside. But he ignored it. This was what he wanted right now. More than anything.
She sighed, her soft breath warm against his chest.
God, this was pure heaven.
Holly woke up in the strange bed and glanced around. It was daylight and she rolled over to see a window looking out on a snowy world beyond.
She rubbed her eyes, remembering she was in June’s new cabin and . . .
She sat bolt upright. She’d had sex with Kalen Welles in this very bed last night. Well, not full-out penetration, but they’d both made each other come. She glanced at the other side of the bed, disappointed that he was gone.
Had he decided to sleep in the other room?
He’d cuddled her so sweetly last night, and she’d loved being in his arms, but it disappointed her that he didn’t want to stay with her all night.
She stood up and walked to the closet, and found a robe there. Her favorite blue satin one that June always let her use. She walked to the window and peered out.
Her heart stopped. The car was gone.
Chapter Six
Oh, God. Had Kalen left her here?
But before she was claimed by full-fledged panic, the car pulled up to the same spot and Kalen got out. He pulled a bag from the car and she watched him trudge through the same snowbank they’d negotiated last night and up the driveway. She sat on the bed and wondered if he’d come in here to look for her. She heard the front door open and close, then a few seconds later, his footsteps heading the opposite direction from the bedroom.
She slumped on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
Then she heard footsteps again and glanced at the doorway. Kalen stepped inside.
He tipped his head and smiled. “It looks like you got up then changed your mind.”
She sat up. “I guess I should get dressed so we can head out.”
He walked toward the bed and sat down beside her. She quivered as his arms slid around her and he drew her close. His mouth found hers.
His lips were cold from being outside, as was his raspy cheek, and he smelled like the outdoors—all fresh and woodsy. She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to be as close as she possibly could be . . . wanting to share the warmth of her body. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth, and the passion turned her inside out.
When their lips parted, his arms stayed around her, his fingers gently stroking her back. He gazed at her, his eyes serious.
“I know it’s Christmas and you want to get home to your family today, but there’s a small problem.”
“What?” she asked, distracted by the light, soothing strokes of his fingertips.
“I went out to see if I could find a convenience store open so I could get some food for us to make for breakfast, but it seems the snow turned to freezing rain overnight and the weight of the heavy snow coated with ice brought down a lot of tree branches. There’s no way to get to the main road until they’re cleared up. I actually talked to some of the neighbors who were checking out the damage. They said they’ll get a crew of people to get it cleared away, but with it being Christmas Day, they won’t do it until tomorrow morning. I’m really sorry, but it looks like we’re stuck here.”
As much as she wanted to be with June and Tom today, right now she didn’t want her time with Kalen to end. Not yet.
“It’s okay.” She smiled and stroked his cheek. “Being here with you makes up for it.”
His grin broadened and it left her in awe that her expressing her happiness at being with him set his eyes alight with joy.
He kissed her again. She quivered in his arms, so warm around her, and his lips moving on hers melted her heart. She stroked his face, loving the feel of his stubbly skin against her hand.
“I’ll go get my bag and shave for you,” he said, gazing at her with twinkling eyes.
She dragged her cheek against his stubble. “Mmm. Don’t do that on my account.” Her hand stroked his other cheek. “I love the masculine feel of it. It makes me feel so feminine.”
His hand glided up her side, then he cupped her breast and chuckled.
“You definitely feel very feminine to me.”
Her heart pounded and she wanted to untie her robe and open it in invitation, but as she slid her hands from his face, he drew her to her feet with him.
“I have a nice surprise, though. We don’t have to eat soup or mac and cheese for Christmas breakfast.”
He led her from the bedroom and down the hall past the living room.
“When the neighbors found out we were stranded here with no fresh food,” he continued, “they pooled some things so we can have a nice breakfast.”
Even before they got to the kitchen, she could smell the bacon cooking.
“I’ve got coffee already made.” He led her to the table beyond the U-shaped kitchen counter. “You sit while I make the eggs.”
She sat down at the table in the bright, sunny room. Two sides of the eating area were all windows. One side looked out over a snowy wooden deck and she could see trees and a lake
beyond, and the other faced an enclosed solarium with a hot tub. A woodstove—actually powered by gas—stood in the corner giving an even homier feel to the room.
The view was stunning. Ice glazed every surface outside, and the pristine white snow glittering in the bright sunlight looked like a fairy-tale land made of crystals.
Kalen placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of her.
“We even have cream.” He pointed to a small glass pitcher and sugar bowl already on the table.
She smiled. “You’re such a good provider.”
She added a teaspoon of sugar and poured in some cream, then sipped. She watched as he cooked the eggs, wondering how she was so lucky being waited on by not just the sexiest man she’d ever known, but her dream man.
Soon he moved to the table and set a plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage in front of her, and a basket of croissants, Danish pastries, and muffins in the center of the table. He returned a moment later with butter, jam, and his own plate of breakfast.
“Oh, wow. This is so nice,” she said.
“The people around here are very friendly. And generous.”
She took a bite of the eggs. “And you’re an excellent cook.”
He laughed. “It’s not like it’s hard to cook eggs.”
She smiled. “You haven’t tried mine.”
As they ate, Kalen gave her more details about the state of the downed branches, and how the roads were coated with ice.
After they finished breakfast, she volunteered to clean up the dishes. Once she was finished, she walked into the living room.
“I heard you go outside,” she said as she walked into the room. “Were you getting the luggage?”
She stopped, her eyes widening as she saw a makeshift Christmas tree Kalen had assembled by tying together evergreen branches. It was decorated with tinsel and a few ornaments he must have gotten from the neighbors at the same time as the food.
Christmas music started playing and she glanced to Kalen, who was standing near a bookshelf. She realized he had placed his phone into the music dock. A fire was cheerily blazing in the stone fireplace.
“Oh, Kalen. This is lovely.”
He smiled. “I wanted to make it more Christmassy for you.”
She hurried to him and threw her arms around his waist. He held her close, then she tipped up her face and he kissed her. Sweet and poignant.
“I wish I had a present for you. I want to make this day special.”
She stroked his cheek, gazing at his handsome face. A face she’d dreamed of for so long.
“I already told you, just being here with you makes it special.”
His face glowed with warmth. “Come here.”
He drew her closer and his lips met hers. The passion in his kiss curled her toes. She melted against him.
“You know, about last night . . .” She stroked over his chest, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles. “There’s so much we didn’t do.”
His eyes darkened and he took her hand and led her to the couch. His lips found hers and the passion of his kiss turned her inside out. He kissed her neck, then eased the robe down a little so he could kiss her shoulder. Tingles danced across her skin at the delicate feel of his lips nuzzling her.
He unbuttoned his shirt and thrust it away, then stood up and dropped his pants. Drawing in a breath, she stood up and untied the robe. Facing him, seeing that she had his full attention, she opened the robe and dropped it to the ground.
He gazed at her in awe as his cock swelled inside his boxers. She smiled and stroked the thick shaft. It swelled more, the head pushing out from the top of the elastic at his waist.
She giggled and stroked the hot tip with her finger.
“Just what I wanted,” she said with a big grin. “A big package to bring me joy on Christmas morning.”
He laughed. “You know, you’ve just given me an idea.” He gave her a quick kiss and grabbed the soft throw from the back of the couch to drape around her. “Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes.”
“Really?” She wanted to be in his arms now. To feel the heat of his body against her.
“Just five minutes. I promise.”
He hurried away, disappearing into the bedroom. She sat on the couch and waited impatiently as the seconds ticked away. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, longing for the warmth of Kalen’s body.
Finally, she stood up and walked down the hall, but stopped short of the double doors to the bedroom.
“Can I come in now?”
She heard rustling in the room.
“Okay, now,” he said a moment later.
She stepped into the room. Kalen was in bed, the sheets pulled up to his waist and his arms were above his head. Then she noticed they were handcuffed to the headboard.
“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed some things from the big package your ex gave you. I thought we could put them to better use than a negative reminder of a bad relationship.”
On the bedside table, several of the other items were laid out. Including the flogger.
“You want me to whip you?” she asked uncertainly.
He smiled broadly. “You can do anything you want to me. I’m yours.”
I’m yours.
She couldn’t believe Kalen Welles had said that to her.
“Are you sure?” she asked as she walked toward him as seductively as she could. She let the blanket fall from her shoulders as she moved and his midnight-blue eyes darkened. “What if you don’t like what I do?”
She prowled over him and sat on his stomach.
“I like what you’re doing so far,” he said, his gaze on her naked breasts and puckering nipples.
She leaned forward and kissed him . . . then she nipped his chin.
“That could change,” she said in a husky voice.
“What if everything you do to me, you do to yourself? Or let me do?”
She leaned forward and pressed her chin to his lips. He opened and licked her, then caught the skin between his teeth. The light nip sent her heart fluttering.
She stroked over his shoulders and down his chest, and found his nipples. She toyed with them, squeezing them between her fingertips. Then she leaned in and licked one. She gazed up at him, seeing the need in his eyes. She suckled and his eyelids fell closed.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah.” He grinned. “And I especially love the idea that you’re going to touch yourself the same way.”
She sat up and stroked her nipples, toying with them until they blossomed into hard, elongated buds, intensely aware of him watching her. Then she leaned forward and offered one to him.
When his mouth encircled her aching nipple, she arched, need rippling through her. He lapped at it lightly, then swirled his tongue over it, sending desire vibrating through her. He sucked deeply and she moaned.
“There are nipple clamps there. You can put one on each of us,” he suggested.
She picked up the clamps from the table. There were three attached by a chain. She clamped one on his nipple. There was a little screw on the end and she used it to tighten the clamp.
She watched his face. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I’ll take as much as you do.”
She stopped and placed a clamp on her nipple. It pinched, but she turned the screw a little. Then stopped right away. It was tighter than she would like.
“I think I should loosen yours a bit.”
He shook his head. “Don’t.”
She pursed her lips. If he could take it, so could she. She tightened hers the same amount, blinking back tears. But she realized she liked it.
She lifted the third clamp. “Was this meant for a three-breasted alien?”
He shook his head, light dancing in his eyes. “The third clamp isn’t meant for a breast.”
“Really?” She glanced down, realizing where it was meant to go.
His eyebrow arched. “How daring are you?”
She smil
ed, knowing that to please him she’d be the most daring woman alive. She used her fingers to open her folds, and placed the clamp on her sensitive bud. At first, the pinch was alarming, but she slowly got used to it.
She could feel his cock growing beneath her. Heat wafted through her.
She leaned forward and licked and suckled his free nipple.
“Oh, baby, that feels so good,” he murmured.
She suckled harder and he moaned.
She smiled up at him and eased forward, pressing her breast to his lips. He opened and suckled her, making her feel faint.
She unfastened the clamp on his nipple and licked his nub, then drew on it. He moaned loudly.
“Fuck, baby,” he said when she released him. As she sat up, he caught the chain hanging from her nipple in his mouth and tugged.
“Ohhh.” The intense pain-pleasure caught her off guard.
“Let me do yours now,” he murmured, his gaze locked on her clamped nipple.
She removed the clamp, a tingling stirring in her bud, and leaned toward him. His lips teased her sensitive nipple with light brushes. After a few seconds, he drew it into his mouth and lapped over it with his warm tongue. She arched against him and he began to suckle, softly and steadily.
She forked her fingers through his hair and pulled him tightly to her. She arched against him and the chain on the clit clamp tugged. She pulled back and moved her fingers to the clamp and took it off.
“I can soothe that for you, too.” His eyes glittered.
Without thinking, she arched up on her knees and moved forward until he could reach her intimate flesh. His tongue pushed into her folds and he lapped at her. His tongue stroked, but he couldn’t use his hands to help, so she reached down and opened her folds, exposing her clit to him. He smiled broadly, then pressed his mouth to her and licked her slick nub. His tongue caressed and soothed, then teased. He sucked on her bud and she arched against him, need quivering through her.
Finally, she pulled away. She was wet and ready for him and she wanted him inside her so badly.
