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He rises to his feet, pulling me up with him.
“Right this way …” He leads me into our room for the night, zipping the tent closed behind us.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ZANE
I peel the layers of clothing off her body before laying her down on the bed we made. It’s a cozy setup, even more so with Willow in here. No one else is at the campsite. Only the two of us. The quiet is unnerving for some people, but it’s heaven for me. I love the silence. I can’t hear myself think in the noise of a big city. But here, there’s nothing to distract me. Just nature and me and … her.
I don’t tell Willow, but I’ve never brought a woman camping with me before. It’s another first for me. I’ve been here before and to other camping sites with my boys or other friends. But never with a woman.
Willow threw me for a loop earlier today with her job declaration. It freaked me out, but I won’t admit it to her. She’ll think it’s because I don’t want to be with her, and I’m not sure if that’s the case. I just never considered the two of us going beyond these two and half short weeks. Now, I’ll be forced to consider it. And more than anything, the throbbing in my chestincreased and the lump in my throat doubled in size when she said she might be staying here. Not because I hated the possibility. But because I loved it.
There’s a lamp just inside the tent, casting a soft glow over her body. I’ve stripped her down to exposed skin. Her nipples are hard in the cold air. I intend to warm her up quickly.
I remove my last layer of clothes and lower until my body is covering hers. Her hands are cold when they land on my back, but the contrast feels good against my hot skin. My lips taste the side of her neck, and she arches to give me more room. Wisps of her hair drift around her face. Her lips are swollen from my kisses.
I drift down her body, lingering on her chest. My mouth licks and tugs her taut nipple while my hand caresses the other side. Then, I continue south until I’m nestled within the apex of her legs. She’s wet when I part her folds. She moans when the pad of my finger circles her clit. That moan deepens when my finger disappears into her opening and my tongue replaces my finger’s ministrations over her most sensitive area. When my lips collapse and I add a soft suction to the little nub, her fingers tighten in my hair to the point of pain. I smile against her, breathing in the musky, sweet smell.
I don’t stop until her inner walls are strangling my finger. She slumps back against the blanket, as if all the energy just left her body. I chuckle, reveling in the satiated look on her face.
“I’m not done with you yet, Lo.”
She huffs out a laugh, and I memorize the way her cheeks and chest are flushed. More strands have escaped her ponytail holder. She lifts and tugs the band out of her hair. Waves cascade down her shoulders and skim her upper back.
I grab a condom from my wallet, but she removes it from my hand. Her hands are warmer now as they collapse around my length, sliding up and down the sensitive skin a few times. Her thumb passes along the sensitive underside and then over the engorged head of my cock until I’m throbbing in her firm grasp. Then, she rolls the condom onto my length for me.
I grab both of her legs beneath her knees and rest them on my arms as I lift her toward me. I enter her slowly, watching as every inch of me disappears inside of her. Her eyes are centered on the same spot. I pull out and thrust again, taking my time. My length is coated in her wetness.
After a few moments, I lower her bottom half to the ground and drop down to kiss her. Her legs wind around mine as I keep gliding in and out of her.
I keep the pace slow and steady, savoring each second. The glide of my cock against her silky inner walls is a high I never want to come down from. Our pleasure builds, but I don’t allow either one of us to drop over the edge. Not yet. She bites my lower lip and tugs as our kisses become rougher. I feel like I’m breaking Willow apart and then putting her back together. Or maybe that’s what she’s doing to me.
I know she’s close when she starts grinding against me, chasing that release. I finally give it to her, moving in circles until I feel her strangling my cock and moaning out her pleasure. I follow her over the edge as our skin slaps together from our increased pace. I slam into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt as I come. My groan is unrestrained and loud when I hit that crest. And I slump down on top of her, memorizing the way her curves mold to my chest.
We climb beneath the blankets, and I hold her. The warmth of our bodies fills the tent. It smells like eucalyptus and sweat and sex in here. I am split wide open and content in this moment.
Happy.
We talk in the stillness and darkness of the forest. It seems like we’re the only two people on the face of the earth. She falls asleep in my arms, and I listen to her breaths as they even out. Her chest rises and falls like a steady beat.
Bringing her here was like exposing a part of myself. Allowing her into my life and my space has been surprisingly easy. But that was when I thought this was temporary. Together, we were a passing anomaly. So, it was all simple.
The simplicity was lost the second she said she was considering relocating here. My town. My space. As much as I love the feel of her in my arms and underneath my body, the doubt is starting to creep in, stealing some of my peace.
I lie awake with my mind spinning in overdrive.
Snowboarding was always easy for me. I took chances with my body every time I went out there. On the half-pipe, on the slopes … it didn’t matter. I was reckless and fearless. It was easy for me to go full throttle. But off the snow is a different story. Falling physically, I can handle. But I don’t like falling emotionally.
I’ve been open with Willow. I let her see the man inside. It felt safe because there was always this looming distance between us. But now, it seems dangerous. There’s a certain amount of vulnerability that comes with letting a woman into my life. And I don’t like feeling so exposed.
I’m used to being on my own and only taking care of myself. I’m comfortable with that. I don’t know if I have room in my life for someone else. Even a person as amazing as Willow.
Everything with Willow feels good. Almost too good. And I have a tendency to leave when things get too good.
But maybe this is different. Maybe Willow is the game changer for me. Maybe she makesmedifferent too.
I don’t want to lose her.
