Butterflies fluttered in my chest every time he looked into my eyes. A million emotions swirled inside me, but mostly, I felt a deep affection for Luke. For years, I’d had a crush on him, but so did half the women in this country. He was a handsome deviland he carried himself with an infuriating swagger that made it impossible to forget him.
He was on TV for a reason. Lots of guys could talk about sports, but few could look as good as he did while doing it. So, yes, obviously he was as hot as a cookout in July.
But now, I wasn’t just crushing on him. I had fallen all the way, head-over-heels. He wasn’t just a pretty face with a dick like a steel jackhammer. Luke was surprisingly sweet, too. He seemed like he cared about me, my happiness, and not just so he could get in my pants.
Luke was everything I’d ever wanted, along with a few more things I didn’t realize I’d been looking for. He was funny, even when he was being grouchy. He wasn’t pretentious, like he was better than other people. And he was generous, always giving instead of taking like the last guy I’d fallen for.
Sitting beside Luke in the dark, pulling to a stop in front of his cabin, it all felt like a lovely dream. If it was, I never wanted to wake up.
Luke ran ahead to unlock the door. Then he returned and took my hand to walk me through the gathering snow. The world was quieter, so still that the only sound in my ears was the beating of my heart. As always, my pulse quickened when he held my hand.
He pulled me inside and a wall of heavenly warmth wrapped me in its embrace.
“I asked the guy to start a fire for us,” Luke said, rubbing my cold hands with his.
“That was thoughtful of you,” I said, breathless.
He pressed a kiss to my lips and quickly pulled back before I could attack him in the foyer. “Go sit while I get the bags.”
I took my jacket off and hung it on the rack by the door. Following the flickering light, I found the living room, where a fire roared in the big stone fireplace. The walk from the SUV hadbeen short, but the chill had stolen all my body heat. I held my palms out to the fire and flexed my fingers. Feeling came back to them and I sighed in contentment.
Luke slid his arms around me from behind, radiating cold. I shivered, laughing. “You’re freezing.”
“Then warm me up.”
I spun in his arms and kissed him. The heat rose between us with every touch of his lips and his hands. Before long, we stood naked in the firelight, taking a moment to savor the sight of one another, and then we crashed together passionately. There was no holding back anymore.
His cock stood up, hard and begging for me. I took hold of it, feeling the weight and the heat. Loving it. “Where’s the bedroom, Luke?”
“Upstairs,” he said through gritted teeth.
I turned, keeping a firm grip on him, and headed toward the stairs, using his cock like a leash. He shuffled along after me, making little groaning sounds like I was torturing him. Good. I was just getting started.
The next morning, we shared a decadent breakfast. Luke cranked the heat up and got the fire going again, and we ate naked, feeding each other and lounging around like Adam and Eve in our own private Eden. The only snake in this garden was the one between Luke’s legs, and I had given in to that temptation several times the night before. And once again this morning.
I was kind of hoping we would do it again after breakfast. Luke was insatiable, which was just fine by me. He made mecrazy as a cat in heat when he touched me, so I was happy to match his sex drive with mine.
Maybe I should have washed my hands before I fed him strawberries, but I knew damn well where his mouth had been last night, and it seemed kind of silly to worry about hygiene now.
“We’re picking out a tree today,” he said.
“And then what?” I chewed on a bit of muffin.
Luke shrugged. “We cut it down.”
“Just like that?”
“They’re my trees.”
“And you’re going to do it yourself?” I asked, smiling at him.
He grinned back. “Unlessyouwant to do it.”
“No, I just assumed you would call someone out. Maybe that caretaker who got the cabin ready.”
Luke snorted a laugh. “Ralph is seventy-three. He doesn’t need to be throwing his back out. Why would you even suggest that?”
I hid my face in his chest and giggled. “I didn’t know.”
