family hung in a corner, a few photographs he’d bought at one of the local fairs. The only real artwork was an old, plywood Rocky Mountain Adventures sign that he’d dug out of the garbage.
If his family could see the cabin, they would be unimpressed. They weren’t materialistic, but they liked their house staff, the latest gadgets and stylish furniture, where he preferred simplicity. He’d never even offered to bring his family out to visit. Elise was the only person he regularly invited over, and he didn’t have to wonder if she liked his place. He knew she did.
“Why don’t you have any curtains?”
She stood behind the couch a few feet away looking at the big double windows that offered a view out over the front porch. During the day, they looked out over a small meadow, sometimes he’d catch deer grazing there.
“I like the mountains.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to keep them out. I like being able to see them in every room.” He’d spent most of his life boxed into a structured life that had strangled him. If he had his way, he’d never be without a window into the wild again. Offices and nine-to-five weren’t him.
Her hands clenched the back of the sofa. She was nervous. He didn’t want to scare her, he wanted her. He wanted her so bad he sometimes jerked off to the thought of her.
Oh.
He grinned and leaned against the door. His dick still protested being ignored, so he reached down and squeezed himself through his shorts. “Were you peeping on me, Elly?”
“What?” Her head snapped up, the blush on her cheeks rising. He hadn’t missed the way her gaze snagged on his hand.
“Did you set off the car alarm on accident, or did you want to interrupt me?”
“I didn’t mean to,” she blurted.
The idea of her watching him, enjoying it even, was something to think about later. Maybe they could reciprocate, because he’d sure as hell love that kind of show.
Pushing off the door, he sauntered to her. Elise was unsure how to handle the change in their relationship. He got that. He wasn’t sure of anything, except that he wanted to keep pushing forward. Figuring out the rest could happen later.
He cupped the back of her neck and brushed a kiss across her forehead.
“I like that you want to watch me. That’s hot.” He stepped around her and headed for the kitchen. He needed something to do to keep from grabbing her. “Want a drink?”
“Water, please.”
He grabbed bottles from the fridge and went back to join her. Elise hadn’t moved from her station behind the couch. He set the water down on the coffee table, which was strewn with magazines and old brochures.
“Come here.” He held out his hand.
She looked at his hand. He watched her gaze travel up his arm, take a detour over his chest and lower. Did she find him as attractive physically as he did her? She took a deep breath and shook her head. He’d knocked her off balance. He’d pay for it later, she didn’t like not being in control, but he hoped by then he was balls-deep in her.
She circled the couch and took his hand. He folded one leg under himself and tugged her closer so she sat nestled between his leg and the back of the couch. He put their clasped hands on his thigh, forcing her to twist toward him.
He’d meant to drag it out. He wanted to make her pay for leaving him earlier, but he wanted to kiss her more.
Cupping her face with his left hand, he leaned into her. A smug pulse of satisfaction coursed through him when she met him halfway. He sucked her lower lip, fighting a sigh. She was perfection. The way her lips felt against his was better than he imagined. She leaned into him, opening her mouth and giving him leave to deepen the kiss.
Her lips were softer than he’d anticipated and tasted of something fruity. He tilted his head, sliding his fingers deeper into her hair to better control the angle of the kiss. Elise’s tongue caressed his, darting out to tease his lips.
More than happy to let her
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