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After another half hour, he turns and looks at me. “What’s it going to be, McKenzie? One cabin... or two?”
Byron
I inhale McKenzie’s sweet scent, feeling as if I won’t make it if she chooses not to stay with me. Yes, I’ve ambushed her with this place, and I’m pushing her, but I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do.
I want her to stay in my room... and I believe she wants the same. She wants to let go. She just doesn’t want to admit that’s what she wants. She’s stubborn, but why? Maybe this is her payback for the way I approached her in the beginning. I might’ve been a little... harsh.
All I have to do is sleep with her — maybe one night, or maybe a few — and I’ll be able to purge her from my system. I know how to be romantic, how to put on a pretty damn good song and dance to impress a woman. But it’s something I haven’t cared to do in a long while. If a woman isn’t interested, I normally move on, because there’s a horde of eligible women in line right behind her.
I’m about to give up when she turns her head. “Let’s go to your cabin, Byron. I’d like to see it.” My heart stops beating for a few seconds after she whispers these sweet words.
I stand up in a flash and hold out my hand. “This way,” I say. I don’t want to give her a chance to change her mind.
We silently walk from the bar and make our way down a small path to a large cabin, the lights welcoming, the heavy curtains preventing the two of us from seeing inside until I open the door and hold out my arm to usher her inside. I’ve been to this place before. It’s a favorite retreat of mine when I want to get away from the city, want time to think, want to be left alone. I’ve never brought a woman here before.
Though the cabin appears rustic from the outside, inside it has all of the modern conveniences I’m too spoiled to give up. In addition, it boasts granite countertops, top-of-the-line stainless-steel appliances, hardwood floors, plush rugs, and a rock-faced fireplace with a stack of wood next to it.
This unit only has one bedroom, but two full-sized bathrooms, plenty of cupboards and drawers, and a decent-sized living room with a cushy couch and a couple of overstuffed chairs.
“They even have books and magazines sitting out,” McKenzie says as she slowly looks around the cabin.
“I hope you like it,” I say, making sure my voice gives nothing away — especially none of the anxiety I’m suddenly feeling.
“It’s beautiful.” She turns toward the bedroom and I can see the tension in her eyes.
“I need a shower, McKenzie. I’ll use the one out here in case you want to use the master bath.”
I don’t give her a chance to say anything. Instead, I grab my bag, shut myself in the bathroom and take a second to lean against the door. What I should do is shower, walk from the bathroom naked, and ravage her. It’s what we both want. What I do is shower, shave, and get dressed. I promised her dinner. It will be better for both of us if we have some fuel to sustain our nighttime activities.
When I come out, the cabin smells of peaches. I close my eyes for a moment and inhale deeply, thinking I can get used to entering a room and having this experience over and over again.
Shaking my head in frustration, I push the thought out of my head. I’m a loner, and I prefer it this way. I have no need to change anything in my life. Sure, I appreciate a woman who takes care of herself, but that doesn’t mean I need to make a fool of myself over her. I find McKenzie in the bedroom, combing her wet hair. Our eyes connect in the mirror and she smiles.
“The shower was heaven,” she says with a nervous giggle as she sets down the comb. And I can’t resist any longer.
Taking a few short steps, I turn her around, pull her to me, then bend and kiss her. I want her to know what she’s been missing by continuing to resist me, but after a single minute of my lips on hers, I’m not sure who’s being taught a lesson.
My hands slide down her back, my palms cupping her sweet derrière, and I tug, lining her hips up with mine, letting her feel how hard I am — how hard I am each time we’re alone. Hell, we don’t even have to be alone. Since our first kiss, I always seem ready in an instant to plunge into her sweet, hot folds.
When her soft sigh of surrender slips into my mouth, I know I can walk her backward, strip her clothes from her, and thrust inside her without any preliminaries. Somehow, knowing this helps ease my pain. My lips soften as I trace her mouth with mine, but I finally pull back, triumph filling me at the desire shining in her eyes.
“We can finish what we’ve started, McKenzie, or I can feed you first, as promised.” Oh, how I hope she takes option one. I can see the conflict raging within her and see when she decides. Damn!
“I’m really hungry,” she croaks, and the tremor in her voice makes me feel much better about being rejected yet again.
“Fine. I’ll feed one hunger first,” I say before a smile overtakes my lips, “and then I’ll feed the other.”
She says nothing as I turn to leave, but I feel her follow me from the room and out of the cabin. As we stroll back along the trail toward the lodge, side by side, I take McKenzie’s hand. She doesn’t pull away from me. I hold the door for her as we enter the small restaurant, and we’re soon seated on the back patio, deck heaters warming the area, the smell of pine trees filling the air.
“This is amazing, Byron,” she says with a sigh as she looks out into the dark gray sky. The moon’s nearly full, illuminating the hills, but this time of night doesn’t offer much of a view.
“In the morning, this place is spectacular. I love sitting on the deck back at the cabin, watching the sun come up, and hearing nothing but the birds singing. Sometimes I forget what that’s like while living in the city, where traffic drowns out all other sounds.”
“Thatsoundedslightly romantic, Byron. You’d better be careful what you say,” she tells me with a sidelong glance under her full eyelashes and a smile that takes my breath away.
“Well, then, we’d better look over the menu and figure out what we’re going to eat,” I say. “I wouldn’t want to get too mushy and destroy my reputation.”
Though a reflex makes me want to instantly put up my defenses, something inside me resists the urge. I want to be a different person this weekend; I want to speak of sunrises and sunsets and of those stupid birds chirping. But that isn’t who I am. That isn’t what this is about. It’s about sex, and nothing else. I have to be careful. I can easily get a lot more than I’m bargaining for, and that isn’t something I’m willing to accept.
