Page 5 of Lumber Snack

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Gael’s eyes darken, a muscle jumping under his neatly trimmed beard. “Good.” He turns on his heel, stalking down the hall to the study and closing the door behind him. Taking away the magnificent view of his muscled ass in those gray sweatpants. Lord Have mercy…

I let out a shuddering breath, leaning back against the wall. Two weeks alone with the man who regularly stars in my fantasies… And the only thing standing between me and throwing myself at him is a flimsy agreement to stay out of each other’s way.

God, help me.

* * *

I push off the wall and wander through the cabin, my fingers trailing over hand-carved wooden beams and plush leather furniture.

A massive stone fireplace dominates the living room, stocked with plenty of wood. The kitchen is a chef’s dream, gleaming appliances and granite countertops, stocked with fresh food and high-end tools. Upstairs, a long hallway leads to our master suites, located at opposite ends. I drag myself into the bedroom at the end of the hall, with its balcony overlooking the mountains.

The king-sized bed is covered in a cozy blanket, fluffy pillows strewn about. But it’s the view that always steals my breath. Snow-capped peaks against a crystal blue sky, evergreens dusted in white.

I close my eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of pine and wood smoke.

When I open them, they fall on the hot tub nestled into the deck, off the living room below. After the long drive up the mountain, my muscles scream for heat and strong jets.

* * *

I sneak downstairs and out to the deck, scanning for any sign of Gael. The study door is still closed, no light or sound escaping. Now’s my chance.

I strip off my robe in the freezing air and slip into the steaming water with a groan. The aching tension in my body instantly begins to melt away.

I close my eyes, leaning my head back on the edge of the tub. This could be good. A little solitude. Gorgeous scenery. And the hot tub to myself any time Gael’s not—

“Room for one more?” A deep voice rumbles from above me.

My eyes fly open to find Gael leaning against the railing. His expression unpenetrable, sharp eyes hooded.

And only a pair of red swim trunks, barely covering his gloriously muscled and bronzed body.

I suck in a sharp breath, heat flooding me from head to toe. But I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.

“I thought you didn’t do sharing.”

He steps down into the water with a hiss, those dark eyes pinning me in place. “I can make an exception for you.” Oh… a joke?

The water swirls around his narrow hips as he sinks in across from me, all hard muscle and sinew. I stare in wonder as his taut stomach disappears into the jets, then his thick pectorals and dusty quarter-size nipples. Oh My God, the man is hawt! My traitorous gaze dips lower, trying to catch a glimpse of his crotch. And I have to bite my lip against a groan.

“Take a picture, mami. It’ll last longer.”

I jerk my eyes up to his, but the damage is done. The beginnings of a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth.

“So, you like what you see?”

“You wish.” But the breathless quiver in my voice gives me away. I’m in trouble here, and we both know it.

Gael braces his arms on the edge of the tub behind him, the motion contracting his muscles in a way that makes my mouth water. “The way you were just looking at me,” he purrs, “I’d say you wish, too.”

Heat gathers down south, and I rub my thighs together beneath the water. “Boy, calm down. Out here thinking you’re God’s gift to women, or something.”

“Not women.” He threads closer through the water, caging me against the edge of the tub. “Just you.”

His pillowy lips crash down on mine, and I’m completely lost.

My hands come up to maul every part of Gael I can reach as he devours me, all heat and hunger. Our tongues tangle and dance, and I moan into his delicious mouth.

Gael breaks away to nip down my jaw. “You taste so fucking sweet.” His big, rough hands skim down my sides beneath the water and close over my full hips, tugging me against his hardness. ALL his hardness.