Rami took it and led me outside and across the yard to the log cabin where he slept. It was warm and cosy, a thick rug laid out in front of the wood stove that someone had already lit.
“Paddy,” Rami said. “He’s obsessed with keeping everyone warm.”
“I know. I keep him in logs.”
Rami laughed and hung his coat on the back of the door.
Locked it.
Shut the blinds.
My heart skipped a delicious beat. I unlaced my boots and set them by Rami’s, trying not to think too hard about how much I liked the sight of them together, or how sweet it would be to see Charlie’s tiny wellies alongside them. I tried not to think at all, and as Rami returned to where I stood by the fire, it got easier.
He put his hands on my chest and the drumbeat of mutual attraction thrummed between us, a deep tattoo pulsating in my blood. “I want to be naked in front of the fire with you. Is that okay?”
“I’ve heard worse suggestions.”
“Good.” Rami unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. Beneath it, I wore a T-shirt with the timber farm’s logo on it. Rami pulled it over my head and unbuttoned my jeans.
I smirked. “You’re gonna be naked too, right?”
“All in good time.”
Rami stripped me bare and sank to his knees in front of me, taking my cock into his mouth so deep it knocked me off-balance.
“Jesus.”
He hummed and worked me with a slow rhythm that had me on a knife edge before he’d taken his socks off.
Git. But I let it happen, for a little while, at least. I had grand plans for him, but I was human, and the wicked pleasure of his mouth on my dick was too good to pass up. I let him have at it until I was fairly sure I’d combust if he kept going, then I reclaimed my cock and joined him on the floor. “Lie down.”
Watching me through hooded eyes, he lay back on the rug in front of the fire, and I set to work undressing him, working through the T-shirt and joggers combo he’d put on after he’d taken a shower before dinner.
New thing I’d learned today: Rami with shower-damp hair and water on his skin turned me on almost as much as having him naked beneath me in front of a roaring fire.
Something I’d always known: that having his cock in my mouth would destroy me in the very best way. His taste, his scent. The low groan he made as his cock hit the back of my throat. Man, it was everything, and I could’ve done it all night if my body hadn’t cried out for something more.
I pulled back and wiped my mouth.
Rami’s gaze was electric. “How far do you wanna go?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“On what you have in your bedside table.”
“There’s a wash bag in the top drawer.”
I got up and padded to the bed. Everything we needed was exactly where he’d said it would be, and I took it back to the rug by the fire. Part of me wondered if we should move to the bed, but Rami was so beautiful like this I pushed the thought from my mind. “Roll over.”
Rami’s brow twitched, as if he was fighting a grin. For the second time that night, he did as he was told, but I got the feeling he was on his best behaviour. That if we did this again and again and again like I wanted to, I’d have a harder time manoeuvring him.
Fresh heat flooded me. God, could I handle it?
Could I handle him?
I was about to find out.
