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Gavin shakes his head and makes a cross shape over his heart. "My word of honor."
I let him lead me around the side of the cabin. It does indeed have a set of stairs that lead up to the main part of the structure. But we do need to climb up through a sort of hatch in the floor to access the wee shack. Gavin gives my erse a shove with both hands. I appreciate the help, but I could have gotten in here without that. I'm sure he saw an opportunity to get his hands on my erse and couldn't resist.
Well, I might've done the same thing if he'd climbed in ahead of me. That man has a braw erse.
Once I've reached the top of the stairs and climbed in, I straighten and take in my surroundings. Aye, it is a genuine cabin. But I cannae admire the decor yet, not when Gavin just climbed in, and I got a fine view of his backside.
I sigh with mock wistfulness. "Och, Gavin, you do have a braw erse for sure. I could watch you crawling about on the floor for hours just to see those glutes flex."
He stands up and groans, rubbing his lower back. "Damn, climbing into this place always gives me a crick in my back."
"Would you like a rubdown?"
"Seriously?"
I nod.
His lips form a suggestive smile. "Yeah, I'd love that. Then I'll do the same for you."
"Undress, please."
He salutes. "Yes, ma'am."
While Gavin gets naked, I finally take in the full scope of the cabin. It has no living room or bedroom, only a single open space with a wee attached bathroom that is indeed quite small. I'm surprised Gavin can fit in there. The sleeping bag lies on the floor beside an oil lantern. The shack does have a kitchen, of a sort. If a body accepted that a wee wood stove can be a kitchen appliance too. Well, why not?
Gavin clears his throat deliberately.
I spin round to face him---and cannae help smiling in the same sly way he had done a moment ago. "You definitely look best starkers. You should become a nudist, so I can see you naked every day."
"Only if you do the same."
"Is that an order?"
"Yes, ma'am, it is."
I salute, then strip off my clothing faster than even I thought I could do it. Then I realize we have a problem. I hug myself and rub my arms. "It's a wee bit chilly in here."
"Shit. Sorry, I forgot to turn on the wood stove. Gimme a minute."
He excavates a throw blanket from his luggage and tosses it to me. While I sit cross-legged on the sleeping bag, he wraps the blanket around me. I pull my knees up to my chest, and he fires up the wood stove in record time.
Soon, warmth begins to fill the cabin.
Gavin kneels in front of me. "Bet I can warm you up a lot faster than a stove or a blanket."
"I'm dead sure you can." I toss the blanket away and lie down on the sleeping bag, on my back, stretched out in the middle. "Warm me up, Gavin."
He crawls onto our makeshift bed, straddling my body. His straight arms hold him up, so he's not actually touching me, not yet. "Would it freak you out if I said I'm falling in love with you?"
"No. I'm falling for you too."
He sits back on his heels and begins gliding his hands up and down my legs, taking it slow at first, then speeding up little by little. His motions create a delicious friction that arouses me and heats me up. By the time he moves his hands up to my belly, I'm already quite warm. He runs his palms over my entire torso, from my hips to my throat, all while carefully avoiding my breasts. The nipples had been taut from the cold, but now, they're stiff because this man knows how to turn me on so swiftly that it's breathtaking.
"Jamie, sweet Jamie. Wanna make love to you slowly this time."
"Please do. I love having a poke with you."
"Gotta say, I love Scottish slang. It's cute and dirty at the same time."
