“Actually, I’d love to get out of this dress, but I might need some help. Normally, the maid-of-honor would undo the back of the dress, but she’s a cheating whore. And not here, in any case.” She turned around to show him the way her wedding dress laced up the back like an old-fashioned corset.
“So…” He ran a hand through his wet-from-snow hair. “You want me to loosen you up.” God, that made him think of bondage. He’d love to tie her to the four-poster bed upstairs and have his way with her.
“If you don’t mind.” She looked over her shoulder at him. Her back was creamy perfection. “I never want to see this dress again, much less wear it for another minute longer.”
Once he finished pulling the laces loose, the dress gaped in the back and she had to hold it, molding it to her breasts. The bumps on her spine made him want to run his tongue over them. “You should go up, get out of these clothes, and get some rest.”
“Oh, I couldn’t take your bed.” She turned to face him, holding the dress up with one hand. God, all it would take is one little wardrobe malfunction and he’d see her in her perfect lacy wedding lingerie.
“I insist. Go get some sleep, Olivia.”
She grabbed the box with her other hand, fumbling to keep the dress up and carry the clothing up the stairs. It took her a full minute to get up there.
He laid down on the couch and pulled the blanket off the back. It made him crazy to know she was upstairs, taking all her clothes off, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Who took advantage of someone when they’d been through something that awful? Much as he wanted her, he wasn’t that guy.
Chapter Two
Olivia rolled over in an unfamiliar bed the next morning, covered in blankets, and looked out upper windows level with the loft bedroom. There was so much snow, the tree branches dipped with the weight.
She’d given up on everything when she’d finally gotten out of the dress and her underclothes. She’d burrowed under the covers in her panties and nothing else. The sun was high in the sky—it was probably about ten in the morning. Flynn had likely already headed out.
She dug around in the closet upstairs, located an old men’s t-shirt out, and pulled it over her head. It fell to mid-thigh on her. It was soft, and comfy, and smelled a little like Flynn.
If only she’d had the nerve to try to seduce him last night. She’d wanted to, more than she’d ever wanted anyone—including her former fiancé, but she just didn’t have the guts. Flynn was so experienced. What would he want with someone like her, who knew about as much as one could learn from watching nighttime soaps and HBO?
She yawned as she walked down the stairs. He sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee and she almost yelped. She’d assumed she was alone in the house. She didn’t even have a bra on.
Of course, there was no real privacy in the cabin, aside from the bathroom. He’d been asleep just down the stairs from the open-air loft all night.
She rubbed a hand over her hair. She’d yanked and tugged on bobby pins for a full half-hour last night to get the entire updo down. It must look a mess now, after sleeping on it. She could only imagine how frightful she must appear to him.
“I thought you’d be gone already.”
“Yeah, there was a flaw in my logic.”
“Is there any more coffee?” She eyed his with open envy.
“In the pot beside the fireplace.” He gestured with his mug that way.
She grabbed a cup from the cabinet and poured herself a cup of black coffee. Normally, she drank expensive coffee bar stuff, five dollars a cup, but this tasted better than anything she’d had at home. Maybe because it was already turning into a hell of a morning after the worst day of her life. “What was that?”
“Hm? What was what?”
“The flaw in your logic.” She sat down on the stone hearth and crossed her legs. It came up about two feet from the floor and the fire warmed her back.
“There’s about four feet of snow, deeper in some places. I couldn’t even tell you where the road is out there.”
“What do we do?” She felt bare and vulnerable in the harsh light of the morning. The old hardwood was rough against her feet.
“Do? There’s nothing to ‘do.’ We’re both stuck here for a few days, maybe a week.” He crossed over to refill his cup and sat down beside her. “Sometimes I think if it weren’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.”
She gazed at him, her eyes going wide at hunky, sexy Flynn stuck here with her. She tried to put on a normal face. “Right. Maybe a week?”
“Yeah. I turned on the radio. There’s not much reception up here, but enough that I could hear the weather. We’re scheduled for more snow tonight and all day tomorrow. I couldn’t leave if I tried.”
“Well, I mean, it’s your cabin. You should take the bedroom. I only agreed because I thought you’d be leaving.”
Flynn shook his head. “Not a chance. The couch is plenty for me. I feel awful for you. You’re supposed to be on your honeymoon and instead, you’re stuck with me.”
“Oh, yeah. Poor me, stuck with the attractive man who rescued me from my doomed marriage.” Damn it, she’d said that out loud. She hadn’t thought before she spoke. Her cheeks burned at the slip-up.
He gave her a half-grin as he lifted the mug to his lips. After he took a sip, he frowned. “And I’ve been waiting to hear about a work contract. I was so worried about it, that’s what I was doing outside the sanctuary. Now, I’m stuck here and there’s no way to know if I got the job. And, if I did, there are contracts to sign, seal the thing up.”
Olivia finished her coffee and let the cup dangle by two fingers. “I’m so sorry, Flynn. It’s all my fault that you’re not home to take care of your business.”
“Oh, hell. I didn’t mean that. I’m glad I was there to help you and I had somewhere for you to hide out until you feel like dealing with the repercussions.”
“Yes, the ‘repercussions’ will be plenty and awful. Jared will be furious—but screw him. My parents are going to be humiliated and angry. And Jared’s dad. He’s such a generous, sweet guy.” She shook her head, her heartbeat swishing through her ears. “I’m so pissed that Jared put me in the position of calling everything off. He’s the one who wanted to screw around. I can’t believe I waited for him.”
“Waited when for him?” Flynn tilted his head and gave her a curious look.
“No, I mean… never mind. It’s embarrassing. Especially after he cheated. And Tara tried to say it was my fault because I wanted to wait until we were married.” Olivia ran a shaky hand through her hair. She literally could not shut up today.
“You mean…” Flynn set his cup on the hearth and gazed into her eyes. “You’re saying you’ve never had sex.”
Olivia nodded, miserable at the turn the conversation had taken. He must think her a foolish, childish girl.
***
Flynn crossed his legs, hoping to hide the erection growing in his jeans. It was damned uncomfortable and he should move away from Olivia.
He couldn’t believe her words. She was a virgin. No one had ever touched that delectable body and Flynn wanted to be the one to teach her about carnal knowledge more than anything. Especially as she sat beside him, nipples peaked through the t-shirt and her legs bare.
Why, she was either freezing—unlikely with the roaring fire at their backs—or just as aroused as he was. He considered kissing her. Her face was less than ten inches from his own.
What would it be like? Flynn had never been with a virgin. When he was young and knew nothing, he’d been with older women who taught him how to please them. He’d been with younger women since he’d hit thirty, but never someone so innocent.
Olivia’s eyes fluttered closed and she leaned toward him. His desire must’ve been stamped on his face. The voice of reason inside of him screamed, “Don’t do it!” He’d always been shit at listening to reason.
He met her halfway, tugging her bottom lip into his mou
th. She gasped softly and he sucked a little harder. Then he engulfed her mouth with his own, teasing her lips with his tongue until she opened for him.
She placed a hand on his shoulder and he paused to see if she wanted him to stop, but she was just steadying herself. She tilted her head and toyed with his tongue in her mouth, deepening the kiss.
His hands were on her waist then, molding the oversized t-shirt to her curves. He slid them up to both pull her closer with a hand behind her neck and cup her breast through the shirt with the other. Her nipples were conspicuously hard through the worn material, and he teased them mercilessly until she moaned into his mouth.
He pulled back, breathing hard and found her just as breathless. Her green eyes were dilated wide with desire, her lips plump and red from his kiss.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her voice a whimper. She leaned closer and he took her by the shoulders. He wasn’t taking her virginity because she was sad and desperate and got carried away. He wanted to know how far she intended to take things because he had no intention of being teased. And if she meant to go through with it, he needed to know she really wanted what she intended to do.
“Let’s not lose our heads.” He let his hands fell away from her and she leaned back, chewing on her bottom lip. He could still taste her mouth on his.
“Why not?”
“For one thing, I want to know this is what you want.”
Olivia got up and walked to the big glass window at the front of the house. “I’ve spent my whole life waiting for the right man. Right now, I want you and I’m sick of waiting.”
She turned back to face him. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t expect a commitment from you. We’ve just really gotten acquainted and I don’t think I’ll be wanting a commitment from anyone ever again. But… there’s something here, between us, isn’t there? Or am I making an idiot of myself?”
Her answer satisfied him. He’d never encountered love in his forty-two years on this Earth. There was no reason to think this would be any different, and he was thankful they were on the same page. So, she was younger than him. And his best friend’s daughter. They were alone for the next several days. Who would ever know?
She may be younger, but she was an adult, capable of sleeping with whoever she wanted. And, somehow, this beautiful woman wanted him. “Come here.”
Eager to please, she crossed the room to stand in front of him at the hearth. He put his hand out on her thigh and slid it up to cup her ass. Her lacy thong teased his fingers. “There’s something here, between us.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and her throat worked. His mouth had suddenly gone dry, too. She didn’t know what to do, what came next. He’d have to show her. Teach her. It was a lesson he would enjoy giving.
***
Olivia nearly died when Flynn Wilder put his hand on her near-naked ass. Heat pooled between her legs, and she ached inside for something she didn’t even understand.
“Kiss me, Liv.” His voice was husky, his eyes half-lidded and dark. She loved the shortened version of her name from his mouth.
She leaned forward at the waist until her face was level with his and grazed his mouth with her lips. He snagged her bottom lip between his playfully and ran his tongue across it, sending a shiver down her body.
Her backside was exposed, leaned over this way. It was obscene, and she felt deliciously dirty with the window behind her. He moved his hand down an inch, inward a bit until his fingers gently explored her opening.
She turned her head to look at what he was doing to her. A thrill shot straight to her center, and she inhaled sharply.
His mouth was against her ear, breath hot. “Take off your shirt,” he whispered.
Her cheeks flamed, but the idea of standing before him in nothing but her wedding thong made her dizzy with excitement. She grabbed the hem of the oversized t-shirt and lifted it over her head quickly, like ripping off a bandage.
There. She stood before him, nearly nude, as the sun streamed through the big window, casting shimmery lights to bounce off the snow onto her body.
“You’re breathtaking.” He tugged her hand and she went onto his lap, willing. His jean-clad erection pressed hard into her bottom and she wriggled on him, meeting his gaze. “And learning fast, you wicked woman.”
She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and leaned in to nuzzle his neck with her lips. Pulling his shirt aside, she lapped at the sinewy muscle of his shoulder with her tongue.
His breath came in short pants as she nipped at the skin behind his ear. It gave her a delectable sense of power to know she could turn this man on, easily the most well-known player in town.
A hand came up to fondle her breast, molding it in his hand then flicking his finger over the nipple.
“Oh!” she said, shocked at the way her muscles pulsed inside her. She’d never been this aroused, never dreamed it even possible. She arched her back, giving him better access.
“You like that. Let’s see what else you like.” His hand traced its way up her thigh to the tiny white lace triangle covering her. He shoved it aside and skimmed his thumb across her clit. Her head fell back on a moan and he took the opportunity to sink a finger inside her.
Legs parted, her breathing sounded more like sobs as he added another finger. “Flynn,” she ground out. She could think of nothing else to say.
“Kiss me while I make you come, Liv.” His lips sought hers and she met his mouth, giving him what he wanted. God, she’d always give him whatever he wanted. He owned her in this moment.
He toyed with her clit as he stretched her with his fingers. She felt full and on edge. Something inside her began to build and she rode it, climbing higher. Her hips thrust forward of their own volition.
Pleasure pierced her from within, sending her flying, and she cried out, her mouth against his. He kissed her harder, pumping his fingers in and out until she slumped against him.
“Let’s go up to the bed.” He touched her with the hand he’d used to get her off and she was embarrassed to find it soaked with her juices.
Her legs were shaky beneath her when she stood. “I’m not sure I can take the stairs just yet.”
In a heartbeat, he’d lifted her up and over his shoulder and strode up the stairs. He was in amazing shape and she got a great view of his ass on the way up.
He settled her on the bed. “You good?”
“Better than good. Perfect.”
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down with his boxers and stepped out of them. She stared at him, larger than she’d imagined a man should be. Was he actually going to fit all of that inside of her?
“You look a little alarmed. You sure you’re okay?” He stretched out beside of her and placed a chaste kiss on her bare shoulder.
“I’m really okay. This is all just new and more than I expected.” He let his mouth roam over her collarbone and down to the outside curve of her breast. “Flynn?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Will it hurt much?” She touched his face so that he looked up and met her gaze.
“I don’t know. But even a little pain can feel good when it’s coupled with pleasure.”
She really had no idea what to do next. Part of her wished she could take control, then the idea wouldn’t seem so scary. She took a shuddery breath and placed her hand on him. His dick twitched and she glanced up at him.
“I promise, we’ll take it slow. More fun that way.” He kissed her forehead and they both looked on as he rolled a condom from the bedside drawer down his erection.
He seated himself at her entrance. She was wet, she could feel that, and she wanted him inside of her in a desperate way.
Slowly, he pushed his way in. Her body stretched to accommodate him, and her walls seemed to clamp down. When he had penetrated her fully, he began to pump his hips, moving above her. He used his arms to hold himself up, and she ran her hands up and down his naked torso.
It didn’t hurt. It burned a few minutes and then
it was gone, replaced by a sensation of fullness, of completeness—as if she’d only just been waiting for this moment her whole life. If she’d just met Flynn sooner. She wanted to do this a thousand more times.
He thrust harder, seating himself and then drawing away from her, and that pull in her center began to build into something more. Pleasure radiated where the two of them met, out to her arms and legs, making her dizzy.
Their breath stammered out in bursts. When she wrapped her legs around him, he groaned, his eyes closing for a moment. She experimented with movement, lifting her hips to meet him, and their bodies collided, over and over in a rush of sensation that left her whimpering.
Lowering his head, he sank his teeth into the side of her neck and her legs tightened as she came, throbbing around him. She was lost to it. Her head fell back on the pillow and he quickened his pace, driving her insane with pleasure.
With a grunt, he propelled himself inside as deep as he could, and his cock spasmed within her. Then he collapsed on her and she held him close. She didn’t think she could let go, just yet.
Chapter Three
Two days later, Flynn was carrying in more firewood from the porch. If anything, they were more snowed in than they had been that first day. The day he’d made love to Olivia for the first time. She’d been refreshingly passionate and eager to please for someone with no sexual history of any kind.
Since, they’d fallen into an easy pattern. They made love in the mornings, then they’d drink coffee until around noon, then have sandwiches and talk. Then she’d clean the dishes while he made the bed and swept the floors. He’d load up on firewood for the day to keep them warm. Then they would cook dinner together, wash up, and go to bed. He’d given up any pretense of sleeping on the couch after that first night.
He’d been honest with her. “I want to have you in as many ways, as often as I can, before we have to go back to real life. You’re bewitching,” he’d said as they lay in bed, after that first time.
“That’s exactly what I want, too.” So far, he’d had her on the butcher block table and on the stairs. They just hadn’t been able to wait until they got to the top. She was passionate, eager to learn, and easy to please.
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