going to make love to you. Now.”
(7)
Nathaniel turned the water off and reached
for two towels hanging on a towel rack above the porcelain toilet.
Stephanie wished there was a towel big enough for both of them to
fit in. That idea, no matter how untrue, was quickly shattered by
Nathaniel’s next command.
“Try off and drop it on the floor.”
“Okay.”
Nathaniel rubbed his body and hair once,
then dropped the towel. He stepped from the shower and put a hand
out for Stephanie. She took it and carefully moved from the
slippery shower to the cold floor. A second later she was sideways
and in the air, gasping for air.
“I’m going to carry you to your bed,”
Nathaniel said as his strong arms held her.
It was the same position she had been in
when he carried her from the trees only this time she was very
warm, very wet, and very alert.
And naked.
She leaned and kissed Nathaniel’s chest,
near his heart.
“You asked me a question,” Nathaniel said,
“about why. Why all this? Why… everything…”
“It’s okay,” Stephanie whispered. “I don’t
care. I only need to be in your arms and your touch.”
“There’s more to you than you see. And you
didn’t fire yourself, I fired you. The decision you made would have
been my decision too. We’re on the same page.”
“And I’m unemployed,” Stephanie said. For
the first time since walking through the door at Wolf Top Lodge she
thought about her debt. She thought about the real world, the world
that existed beyond the lodge, the snowstorm, the lust, and maybe
even the love that had blossomed.
What would it be like out there?
What would happen when the snow stopped?
When people could come to the lodge?
When time took the snow and traveled along,
like it always does?
Stephanie closed her eyes, sensing a touch
of pain in her heart.
Nathaniel started to walk from the bathroom,
Stephanie in his arms.
“You’re always going to be mine,” he said.
“No matter what. When you understand that… then you’ll… understand everything .”
Before Stephanie could respond, Nathaniel
moved to the bed and gently placed her down. Her head on a dry
pillow, the blankets folded partially down. He stood up,
Stephanie’s eyes going straight to his sex. He was calm, flaccid,
but there was still a gentle throb that existed. Even relaxed, his
length and girth was enough to make her mouth water and slit
ache.
Nathaniel pulled the covers completely down
the bed. On his way back up, his fingertips touched Stephanie’s
leg. She jumped.
“You like that?” he asked.
“No, it tickles.”
“Perfect.”
He ran his fingers up her leg, the tingling
annoyance rushing to her nerves. She tried to kick him away but he
wouldn’t move. His free hand touched her breast, soft and slowly,
coaxing her to try to relax which was impossible. Stephanie was
left with no choice but to hold onto the bed sheets and let
Nathaniel have his way with her. When his fingers started to move
between her legs, she opened them for him. The move which she had
done before for Nathaniel suddenly felt dripping with romantic
taste and a subtle erotic touch. Her heart pounded in her chest as
though it were her first time. Her innocence going to be torn away
at the hands of a sexy billionaire. Nathaniel had already taken her
innocence. He’d turned her into Steph but kept Stephanie alive and
well.
His fingertips touched her moist spot but
kept going, leaving Stephanie thrusting up gently towards nothing.
He continued up her body until his hand was at her other breast.
Both his large hands held her, his eyes set on hers.
“Nathaniel… I don’t know what to feel,” she
said.
“Feel what I tell you to feel.”
His hands were then off her breasts, sliding
back down to her body with speed. The shivers that ran through her
body made her jump and cry out, desperate for him. She forced her
head up and watched as Nathaniel leaned down and kissed just above
her knee. His hands rested on
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