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“I’m okay.”
He dropped the cloth at the end of the bed and used both hands to spread my legs wider. “Like I said, we aren’t finished yet.”
By the time the sun came up, I could barely move. Every inch of my body was sore, but in the best possible way. I’d never experienced sex on that level before. Maybe it was because, as Buck had said, it wasn’t just sex; we were making love.
He was gentle and then demanding; he brought me to the edge of pain and then pulled me back into pleasure—over and over again. All the while, he’d tell me how beautiful I was, how good it felt to hold me against him, how hot and wet I was just for him. He lavished his attention on my breasts, my pussy, my ass, so much so that when I closed my eyes now, even without him touching me, I could feel his hands and his mouth on every part of my body. I moaned at the memory of how good it all felt.
“God, woman, you have to let me rest,” he muttered, moving my hand that was on his cock, winking, and pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, above his heart, and fell back to sleep.
When I woke, the sun was high in the sky and the opposite side of the bed was cold. I saw Buck’s t-shirt laid out at the end of the bed. I rolled out and threw it over my head, stuck my arms through the sleeves, and padded out to the main room, hoping that if Buck was still here, he was alone.
I found him in the kitchen, naked as he’d been when we fell asleep. “Good morning,” I said, putting my arms around his waist and rubbing my boobs against his back.
“Mmm. I could get used to this.”
He turned in my arms, pulled the t-shirt up, and covered both cheeks of my ass with his han
ds. When had I ever been so carefree with nudity? Granted, I was wearing Buck’s shirt, but the idea that we could spend all day within the walls of this cabin not wearing a stitch of clothing, excited me far more than it made me nervous. That was all Buck’s doing. In the course of only a few hours, he’d showed me I could be comfortable in my own skin. I didn’t need to hide from him or cover up my fleshy parts. He liked me just the way I was. More, seeing me naked excited him.
I took a step back and pulled the shirt over my head. Buck slid his way down my body, kneeling in front of me. He shifted again so he was sitting on the floor and pulled me closer. “One leg here,” he said, pointing to his shoulder.
“No, I can’t,” I said, laughing. “I’ll fall.”
Buck stood, grabbed me, and tossed me over his shoulder. “The bed’s a better idea anyway for what I want to do to you.”
“What do you want to do to me?” I wanted to ask what was left that we hadn’t already done, but I was too afraid of what he might say.
“Everything I did to you last night, all over again.”
We’d just turned the corner into the bedroom when we heard a knock at the front door.
“Nooo,” Buck groaned, setting me on my feet. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. I loved the feeling of his bare skin flush with mine and that the way he held me felt like possession. “When this is over, I’m taking you away. Somewhere we can spend days on end without interruption. You got it?”
I nodded, unable to stop myself from wondering if it would actually happen. I really wanted it to. Too much. What if he was just talking? What if I counted on it? I looked into Buck’s eyes; he was studying me.
“Do you know that when something is bothering you, the corners of your mouth turned downward and your brow furrows?”
“It does not,” I said, trying to pull away from him.
“It does, or they do. I’ve seen it countless times. My question now, though, is what about my saying I want to take you somewhere we won’t be interrupted is making you worry?”
“That isn’t it.” I tried to pull away again when there was another knock on the door.
“Keep your damn pants on. I’ll be there in a minute,” Buck shouted and then looked back at me. “Speaking of pants, I guess we should put some on.”
“In order for me to do that, you’ll have to let me go.”
“Now, see, I knew you were going to say that. I also knew you were going to try to get out of answering my question.”
“Buck, seriously—”
“No, Stella. I want an answer. Is it that you don’t want to run off to the middle of nowhere with me?”
“That isn’t it.” God, how stupid was I? He’d just backed me into a corner.
“Then, tell me what it is.”
“I don’t like to plan too far in the future.”
