I find a parking spot close to cabin six, secretly pleased it’s the same number as my jersey. Feels like it’s meant to be. Once we’re out of the truck, I hand the cabin keys to Autumn, I grab our bags out of the backseat and then we head for the front door.
“It’s two stories,” Autumn says as she waves the key in front of the sensor lock and the light turns green. She turns the handle and pushes open the heavy door, walking inside. “Oh my God.”
I follow her in, quietly shutting the door behind me as I stare at the living area in awe. Talk about a freakin’ upgrade. This place is huge. There’s a massive rock fireplace that takes up one entire wall of the living room, and there’s currently a fire going inside of it. A large beige sectional takes up most of the room, and there’s even a lit Christmas tree sitting in front of the gigantic window that faces the lake. Outside, the snow is falling, caking the ground and the pine trees.
It’s a freaking winter wonderland.
“I love it.” Autumn turns around, her entire face lit up, her smile wide. “This is beautiful. I can’t believe we get to spend the next couple of days here. All alone. With no one to ask if we want to play video games or bake another five dozen cookies.”
I can’t help but laugh at her descriptions of Beck and her mom. “I can’t believe it either.” I drop our bags onto the floor and grab Autumn by the waist, pulling her in close and kissing her deeply. She returns the kiss with enthusiasm, her arms slowly circling my neck, her body snuggled up close to mine. I take the kiss deeper, sweeping her mouth with my tongue, circling it around her own. A little moan sounds low in her throat and I break the kiss before we get too carried away.
Probably shouldn’t be bending her over the couch within five minutes of entering this place, am I right?
“Come on. Let’s go check out the bedroom,” I tell her, a little out of breath, my mind on other things than just checking out a bedroom.
More like I want to see the bed. With Autumn on it.
She grins and heads up the stairs. I grab the bags and follow closely behind her, lust making me eager. And fast. The moment we enter the gargantuan bedroom, I’ve tossed the bags on a nearby chair and I’ve got Autumn back in my arms, my mouth firmly on hers. Forget trying to be patient.
I want her now.
I guide her toward the massive bed, taking her down with me as we fall onto the soft mattress, lying side by side and facing each other.
Damn. This bed is really fuckin’ soft.
“I feel like I’m floating on a cloud,” she murmurs.
I pull away from her, noting the dreamy expression on her face. “Ever fuck on a cloud before?” I ask her, wagging my brows.
“Asher.” She presses her fingers against my lips as if that will silence me. “So crude.”
“Give me a break. I haven’t seen you in a long time.” I thrust my erection against her, nice and slow, letting her feel what she does to me. “I haven’t been inside you in a long time either.”
Her eyes dance as she stares at me. “Maybe we should tour the rest of the cabin first—” she starts.
But I silence her with my lips.
Chapter Five
Autumn
Ash’s large, muscular body presses me deeper into the bed as we kiss, and I let my hands roam. Slide my fingers into his thick, soft, dark brown hair. Run my hands down his wide, muscular back. Along his firm sides. Slip my arms in between us so I can smooth my hands up his broad chest, curling my fingers into the soft flannel shirt he’s wearing. He’s got the rugged look down pat today, with the jeans and the boots and the dark blue and black checked flannel. He hasn’t shaved in a few days either, so his cheeks are covered with dark stubble.
It’s a sexy look. My boyfriend is a very sexy man.
And lucky me, he’s all mine.
“Let’s take this sweater off,” he mutters, his hands diving beneath the hem, warm fingers tickling my stomach. I bat his hands away and he lifts up, allowing me room to take my sweater off. I pull it over my head and toss it onto the floor, then stretch like a cat beneath him, my lips curling into a faint smile.
“Your turn,” I tell him.
He rises up on his knees and slowly undoes the buttons on his flannel shirt. I watch him, my mouth going dry as my gaze lingers on those long fingers working the front of his shirt. I enjoy undressing Ash, but I get equally hot watching him undress too. But for some reason, this moment feels extra hot.
I’m guessing it’s because it’s been so long since we’ve been together. And he just looks so…manly with the jeans and the flannel and the thick stubble covering his face. Or perhaps it’s that intense glow in his dark brown eyes as he watches me unabashedly watch him.
Whatever it is, I start to feel restless. Edgy. I shift and move beneath him, my skin growing tight. My heart starts to race the moment he whips the shirt off, revealing that he’s wearing a pristine white T-shirt beneath. The soft fabric clings to his defined chest, silently begging me to touch him.
“Maybe you should become a logger,” I croak, swallowing hard.
A sexy smile curves his lips. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You look very—handsome in your lumberjack getup.” I wave a hand at him. “Are you trying to grow a beard?”
He runs a hand over the thick stubble on his jaw, making a scraping noise in the otherwise quiet of the room. “Maybe. You like it?”
I nod eagerly. “I love it.”
“It’s winter break. I’ve got no one to impress.” His grin turns wicked. “Except you.”
“I’m so impressed,” I say, a gasp escaping me when his hands settle on the waistband of my leggings. He slips them beneath the fabric, his fingertips brushing the top of my panties and a shiver moves through me. “Take off your shirt.”
He removes his hands and makes quick work of removing the T-shirt, ruffling his hair when he tugs it off his head. My gaze roams over his bared, muscular chest. The dark curling hair in the center. When we first got together, there were only a few sparse hairs there. It’s filled out over the last few years, and I kind of love it. When I was younger, I thought hairy chests were gross.
But when it’s just right, like Ash’s? Sexy.
“You’re looking at me like you want to gobble me up,” he murmurs, his deep voice knocking me from my thoughts.
“Maybe it’s because I want to.” It’s my turn to reach for his waistband. I curl my fingers around the denim and tug. He falls forward, bracing his hands on either side of my head, his face directly above mine. “Is this all we’re going to do in the cabin for the next two days? Have sex?”
Ash raises a brow. “You have a problem with that?”
I slowly shake my head as I also slowly undo the snap at the front of his jeans. “Nope. Not at all.”
“I’m glad we can both agree,” he murmurs, right before he dips his head and proceeds to kiss every last thought out of my head.
No more thinking. Only doing. A fire starts low in my belly, stoked by his thrusting tongue and wandering hands. He’s trying his best to remove my leggings from my body while I’m equally working his jeans past his hips. Eventually we end up mostly naked, him in his boxer briefs, me in my bra and panties. He cups me between my legs, his fingers pressing against the spot where I ache for him the most, and a long moan escapes me.