Because it wasn’t what she needed.
Distracting her with orgasms only goes so far, and it would have felt wrong, given the mental state she was in.
And it never even crossed my mind until this moment.
We sat, cuddled together in the treehouse talking for hours, listening to the rain pound on the roof, inhaling the smells of the damp forest around us, and just enjoying being together, being away from it all.
And it was probably the single best day I’ve spent with her since we met.
But seeing her like this now…
I can’t deny the way my body craves her, how badly I want to warm her up and watch her come apart over and over again in my arms.
Clearing my throat, I force myself to reach down and untie my boots. I feel her gaze on me while I toe them off and remove my wet socks, but I don’t dare look in her direction as she strips out of her clothes, too.
Not until I can get my baser instincts under control.
I tug the wet denim free of my legs, tossing it onto the growing pile, leaving me completely nude and still hard as hell. Goosebumps pebble across my damp skin in the chilly air of the cabin, and I finally turn to face her again, my cock jutting out and still aching despite my best efforts to get myself in check.
Lucky stands before me in only her bra and panties, her arms wrapped around herself as she watches me. Her eyes drift over my naked skin, drifting to my cock, and her tongue darts out across her lips.
All I want is to move toward her, but I make my bare feet move in the other direction, to the fireplace to get us warmed up.
My hand shakes as I strike the match and get the waiting logs and kindling going, both from the chill in the air against my damp skin and because I know she’s watching me.
Waiting for me to turn around.
Waiting for me to do or say something.
But I’m suddenly tongue-tied.
A tension permeates the cabin, and I face her again, unsure what I’ll find or what I should do about it.
She stands shivering in the same place I left her, as if she, too, has been frozen in place by the intensity of what happened today and what’s happening now.
We’ve learned so much about each other over the past several weeks, but how we talked stuck in that treehouse felt like something else. A cataclysmic shift that we both experienced and don’t know what to do with.
It was the decision to stay and fight.
For her and for us.
No matter what.
My cock aches, my body desperate for her in a way that terrifies me now more than it did our first night together.
I move forward and grab the fluffy blanket from the couch. Lucky’s gaze stays locked on me as I approach her and wrap it around her. She groans at the contact of the warm, soft material, and the sound does nothing to help alleviate the stranglehold I’m currently trying to maintain on my control.
She leans into me, her warm breath fluttering across my cool skin, and I scoop her up into my arms, my hands digging into her fleshy bare thighs. The fire crackles behind us, the heat already starting to flood the cabin along with the wonderful smell it creates.
Lucky wraps her legs around my waist, burying her face in my neck and dragging her hot core along my length.
My hips jerk at the contact, and I issue a low growl of warning. “Lucky…”
She lifts her head back and gazes at me in a way I’ve never seen before. I’ve asked for her trust over and over again, and she’s handed it to me. But the way she looks at me now is something different.
It isn’t just trust.
It isn’t just want or physical need.
